#phila:start

roman: ya boi is lookin masculine af in this lighting

atlas: help

☂ ---- WHEN most people thought of the laundromat, they envisioned a sea of white, beige, and light blue with the constant rumble of washers and dryers doing what their names entailed -- washing and drying things. most people also envisioned these places set in the morning, since laundry was, usually, done sometime in the a.m. NOT MANY people, when picturing a laundromat, would include a twenty-one year old university student standing in just a too-small tee shirt and bright yellow boxer briefs with a cheese stick in hand. it’s not that ROMAN intended to only be wearing his bright yellow boxer briefs -- he had actually been wearing sweatpants, before realizing they had a coffee stain on them, and considering it was rather late and no one was around, had shucked them off and tossed them in with the load of laundry he was already doing. he had the cheese stick because, well, he had it in his hand coming from his apartment, and planned on finishing it, was all. so, he stood there in his bright-yellow boxer briefs, leaned his elbows on the washer with his clothes in it while he waited for the load to finish, and scrolled through his phone idly while taking the occasional glance around.

atlas: WAKE UP