Six days out from the full moon and Remus looked like he was tired.. not exhausted, not near death, and not really that ill. Not yet. Maybe just a little under the weather. But he certainly looked tired. So the fact that he shuffled into the laundry room at a little past three (instead of noon, like he'd wanted) wasn't any great surprise. He had two baskets of laundry.. one of lights and one of darks.. he didn't have many brights, so he hadn't bothered to wash any today. But the meticulous werewolf had certainly separated them out before even putting them in the baskets. But his shuffling pace slowed down when he noticed both women.. then a tired smile came across his face.
"Good afternoon." A greeting to the two women. He was newly twenty (just a month ago), but he was much older mentally.. and unfortunately, it showed. He was quiet, reserved, and polite. He didn't get along with many people his own age.. but it didn't really matter, in the end.
He picked a washer not far from the door and set down his two baskets, glancing aside to the green-faced woman as he did, offering her a little smile. It hadn't even startled Remus. Not one bit. He'd run into dragons before, trolls, goblins ran the bank.. some woman with a green face wasn't going to phase him at all. But he only opened up two washers and began dropping in his clothes, whites in one, darks in another. A little OCD, but there wasn't anything wrong with that. Because yes, he was putting them in one at a time, checking each pocket as he did.