#fun things!!

Look, working in a place like this, Kal's pretty sure it's become impossible to faze him. Not that it's a bad job, per se. Hell, the place isn't even in a bad area of town.

It's just that he's probably seen every type of questionable stain imaginable--and maybe more than you'd like to imagine, to be honest.

All that to say, he doesn't quite think he's ever seen so much blood on such an expensive-looking overcoat.

The man who handed him the garment--blond, tall (which is saying something, coming from Kal), and disgustingly handsome--is staring sheepishly down at the floor, unable to meet Kal's gaze.

The stain does not match the 'vibe' of this man. Kal has found this to be quite a common occurence.

"I, uh...it's not my blood," the man blurts.

Kal raises his eyebrows, but keeps his mouth shut as he adds the coat to the pile of other expensive fabrics. Sure, Kal's curious, but why on earth would the guy feel the need to say such a thing?

Blondie seems to realize, a little belatedly, that he's only embarrassing himself, and nervously runs a hand through his hair. Kal's eyes catch on his bruised, scabbing knuckles. Hmm.

Blondie's name, Kal learns, is Tyler.

"It's my sister's," Tyler says, after a long silence broken only by Kal typing the necessary information into the computer and effectively completing the payment.

Kal pauses, consciously keeping his face blank of horror. "Your sister's...blood?"

Tyler's blue eyes widen comically. "No! no, god, no." He laughs, breathless. "It's her coat."

Kal sighs, relieved. He's not sure why he's so invested.

"I, uh, well, some guy was being gross to her, and it really pissed me off..."

Ah. "...That makes sense."

Tyler nods miserably. "Yeah, but now she's just mad I ruined her designer jacket."

"Right," Kal says, nodding and desperately fighting down the curl of his lips at the utterly pitiful expression on Tyler's face. "You'll get a call when it's ready to be picked up."

"Thanks," Tyler says, smiling, and oh. Dimples.

Speechless, Kal watches him walk out the door. After a moment of standing stock still and frozen, he comes to his senses and copies the number Tyler gave him into his phone for later use.

(can you tell i've never been to a dry cleaner before?)

12. click the link for a random wiki article--you have to write a fic with this topic in it. can you do it?