Nathan Tarn (nathanofthelake) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-08-17 23:41:00 |
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Current location: | Laundromat |
Current mood: | blah |
Current music: | Dexter Freebish ~ Prozak |
Entry tags: | arthur, nathan tarn |
Laundry Room Conversations (Closed RP)
Laundry wasn't exactly Nathan's favorite thing. Though he highly doubted anyone would count the chore among their top ten list, Nate had always held a particular disdain for it. It just seemed so much effort to essentially do a high-tech version of beating wet clothes against rocks. He never sorted, very rarely bought fabric softener, and on the whole just shoved everything in cold water in one machine and hoped for the best.
He was going to move in with Jim. That thought was still horrifically terrifying and completely exhilarating, no matter how many times he went over it. Nate figured, though, that he probably shouldn't show up on Jim's doorstep with a garbage bag full of dirty clothes and no clean boxers to speak of. Therefore, he was at the laundromat, shoving quarters into a slot and praying he didn't break the machine.
In the back of his mind, he knew he should call Arthur. The table was done; if anyone should know that, it was him. Also, he needed to tell him about Jim, about Laurel, about the possibilities for this time around. But Nathan hadn't picked up the phone. Hadn't even come close. Pettiness on his part, probably, but Nathan just hadn't much felt like talking to Arthur.
Pushing the last quarter in, Nate dumped the little individual-sized detergent in and closed the lid. Now he had to find something to occupy himself with for an hour. Damn it, he should have brought a book.