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[speedweed]

I would suppose it depends on the amount of hair you have, some of the monsters here seem to be covered in it, after all. [Or so he's seen in the pamphlets, but that's not a story he's about to tell Jonathan right now.]

One less thing we'll need to invest in for a while... And, ah.

[He's already out that door and going to search out what else is on this end, sorry, Jonathan. Do try to keep up with him when he's on a mission. Not that it's hard to with that giant gait.]

[standless]

Right, [he answers half idly, opting not to think much more on that.

Instead, he follows Speedwagon out the door with his eyes, before jogging a bit after him.] With all that's in here, it seems there's very little to invest in over all beyond some reconstruction...did Tsukikage give us a rent fee at all?

[speedweed]

[Speedwagon, the most difficult of men to keep up with when he's on a mission. Unless you're Jonathan and your gait is about twice his, it's absolutely fine.]

I don't recall him ever saying, honestly. I could ask next time I see him, but somehow I feel the whole thing would be waved off if I did.

[standless]

Waved off? [That...] ...That's more than just generous then, [he ultimately says, the surprise on his face hidden entirely by the fact that Speedwagon's eyes are ahead. As it is he's going to find a nice haul in the form of a laundry room...and a disturbingly filled storage closet.

That does explain where the supplies for those endeavors downstairs came from, though it seems like a good chunk of it is also utilities; the apartment level maintains itself, evidently.

Sadly that chunk is no doubt flying over their heads beyond the basics.] ...Just what is all of this..?

[Definitely over-head.]

[speedweed]

He's quite the generous sort, from what I've gathered. [Perhaps that's the reason this absolute moron is head over heels for him, not that he's going to dare say that in front of Jonathan any time soon. Until he inevitably slips up.]

That and there's a lot of work to be done, I assume, so a lot of effort would have to go into it, anyway.

[Not necessarily wrong, but he's investigating this laundry room first and only peeking his head back out to see what Jonathan's on about once he hears him.]

Hmm? [He must investigate, dammit!]

I... assume it deals with the maintenance downstairs somehow? [They are doomed.]

[standless]

I have to agree, [He murmurs, leaving the matter at that.

Suffice to say, he suspects..........................nothing yet.

Yet.] Perhaps our staying here is a benefit in itself then- if we bring any repairs to the building, it could mean others can rent from him in the future.

[But anyway. This....room. ..............

Jonathan opens one of the large metal cube-buckets and blinks.]

...There's clothing in here.

[speedweed]

I... suppose that would make sense as well. [Not that they really know much about repair or construction, but it can't be that difficult, right?

... Right?]

... Clothing? I suppose not entirely odd, given people had lived here at some point. [But what kind of clothing is it, Jonathan? Honestly, that's the real question of the matter, isn't it?]

But certainly an interesting way to store it.

[standless]

Hmmmm. [It's normal clothing. Sort of musty, all dry....Jonathan narrows his eyes however, and looks around the main area of the room they're in. The laundry room- not that he recognizes it as such- is largely clear aside from the machines, a large sink, and a number of tools and supplies stored at the side.

A box catches his eye, and in a smooth motion he's got it in his hand and flipped it over to read.

Jonathan frowns at the box, and then at the machine, before slowly pointing at it.] Can you...check for a small compartment at the top of one of those?

[If this is real he's going to lose his Mind, woah,]

[speedweed]

[What the hell, Jonathan? He's blinking slowly as he watches him go throughout this whole... process. He's not entirely sure what's going on, other than he's reading something that looks like a box and he'll just wait.

Until he's asking him to check something and he's just going to see what's up on these.

...

Oh, oh it's a lid. And it's opening.]

Huh. [And he's peering inside of it, like the idiot he is.]

What on Earth is this?

[standless]

[The box is deposited in front of both Speedwagon and the compartment.]

Speedwagon.

[He sounds........................excited.]

They've invented washing machines.

[He's never actually had to deal with that, but suffice to say he's already felt a little ashamed to be relying 100% on Speedwagon for things like cooking. Maybe this will mean he can properly help out with housework immediately, rather than following about like a hindrance.

As it is the box's soap instructions made it pretty clear.]

[speedweed]

[What is this box? He's going to take it immediately and start reading it over before that little bomb shell is dropped on him and he's pausing.]

Washing machines? [That... that is not what he expected. He'd assumed there'd be laundresses around here somewhere that they'd have to take clothing to. Or figure it out themselves, which he understood the basics of, at the very least.

But this box. These instructions. This machine...

He's setting it down again and leaning over the edge of the machine to look further into it and every single little knob and mechanical bit he can.]

How absolutely fascinating! [Of course he would.]

[standless]

If the soap instructions were any sign...they seem to have differing 'settings' for certain fabrics and colours...

[Thank god he skimmed that from the box first though because wow he's never getting that back.]

Do you suppose the machine beside it is for drying?

[It's just fantastic enough that it Must Be Real.]

[speedweed]

[He'll get it back, come on! He's more interested in examining the machines now properly, anyway, than that damned box.]

That would be the case, this dial on here indicates much the same. And... I would assume so? [Give him a moment to examine the dryer as well.]

Ah, yes! Another similar bunch of settings on it, so I would think that assumption correct!

[He's way too excited about this.]

[standless]

This should make things far easier at least...I had no idea where to even begin on the matter of laundering, [he admits with a small laugh, looking about the rest of the room.] With any luck, we should hopefully be able to find some sort of manual for these things in here- some set of instructions we can rely on while we adjust.

[speedweed]

That's another reason I'm here, I suppose. [He's already become accustomed to the fact Jonathan doesn't know... a whole lot of anything of this type, given the differences between classes and the like. He doesn't begrudge him in the slightest, but he has realized what things do and do not mean to each of them.]

If not a manual, then I'm sure someone around here would be kind enough to explain how it all works? We certainly can't be the first who aren't familiar with these machines, after all.

[standless]

It would at least feel more appropriate for me to pull my own weight for some things though... [He admits. Not understanding has been expected but............also tiring. This, though!]

That's true- after all, how could anyone hope to understand their function otherwise. [Well then!] And I'm certain we can sort that out before the time comes to handle it as well.

[speedweed]

[Honestly, that's fair. Now that this is completely new territory for the both of them. He can't tell him no, after all, he'd love to have less to do.]

I certainly wouldn't mind the help... We figure this thing out and you can do that while I take care of the kitchen?

[standless]

That sounds like a plan. [Perfect! ...Ah.]

I suppose we'd best sort out everything else first, shouldn't we...given the state of that room, we have one bedroom with two beds, and that couch in the living area...

[He trails off- partly because, if sharing a bedroom as if it were a dorm isn't a bad option, that's better than assuming one of them needs to take the couch.

Of course, if that comes up, he Is going to try insisting on taking it himself. Speedwagon deserves to have the better 'bed'.]

[speedweed]

I'm glad we agree. [One less thing on his plate, grand.

Though at the mention of the room situation he can't help a frown, right, that.]

I insist you take that bed, it's easier if I have the couch, anyway.

[standless]

[Bugger,]

I would say the same thing Speedwagon- it's no trouble at all for me to take the couch instead after all. [He...doesn't see how it would be easier for that matter. not yet anyway]

[speedweed]

[Oh boy, this conversation. He's actually laughing a bit, huh.]

I'm the one who is going to be cooking and I'd rather not have to risk waking you with all my noise in the mornings.

[standless]

[Ah

ah.......................ah,] Ah.

[Shoot!] Right- that does make sense, yes....

[he....he can't argue it.] Should we take the bedding from the spare bed for that then?

[resignation..............]