#hellu!!

SPITS EVERYTHING THAT HE WAS DRINKING.

Hope stood in front of the laundry room alone, just staring at whatever had piled up over the night. Honestly, opening up is the worst when things start to pile up and smell overnight. But still, she’s much rather get things done quickly with time to spare. “G’morning laundry,” she simply waved to the loads already separated by uniforms or casual in different laundry bags. Loosing running her fingers through her bedhead hair, she trudged over to the Runners’ pile, usually what she’s in charge of. 

“If someone bleeds on their clothes again I swear I’ll just burn it and sew them a new one,” Hope muttered to herself while she settled down in her own washing station, carefully putting down a potted friend nearby. It was just a fern plant, a little strange shaped but it was harmless, at least something to keep her company and her sanity. She began on her first few articles of clothing, looking at the names tagged on as she hummed a tune. It’s like this is how she gets to know people, through their clothes. ..As creepy as that sounds.

She paused when she thought she heard the door open, and the fern seem to subtly react to the sound. Strange because most other W&Ds don’t start until an hour later, unless it was someone trying to rush in their laundry. Hope hollered over to whoever it was, amused an all as she rubbed the soap onto the clothes, “You’re too late if you wanna throw in your laundry.” Which is not true, but hey, it’s not that hard to put your dirty laundry in a basket the night before. “Unless you brought in breakfast.”