Kratos scowled. Not because Ninkasi had been hit on while wearing pants that said juicy across the butt, because that was probably pretty much unavoidable. But that somebody bit her hard enough not only to leave a mark, but to leave a mark for a week, really pissed him off. No matter how drunk a guy was, biting a woman that hard was simply unacceptable in his world. There was little he could do about it now, since he doubted she’d tell him who it was, so his only option was to let it go. Besides, she probably put the offender in his place quite well on her own.
And again, her words made him pause and eye the pile in consideration. Was he really willing to touch her dirty unmentionables? She was right. There was friendship, and then there was friendship. Really, he didn’t want to discover dirty underpants. But he knew that she was being honest about shoving it all in the washer in one lump sum, so he resumed sorting.
“I know you’re going to just grab armfuls to push in there,” Kray told her. “But maybe this way there will be a slight chance that you’ll do it with mostly sorted clothing. You know, washing your clothes according to the instructions, like with like colors, that will make them last longer. And I know you love some of your t-shirts. So maybe you should try it… my… way…”
And there it was. The reason he trailed off was because the inevitable happened. He’d found an unmentionable. He just hadn’t expected it to be quite so lacy. Kratos swallowed hard.