Re: [No. 3 to No. 24: Iris & Sam]
Iris had never needed to use the laundromat - never needed to do laundry at all before she ended up in Repose, as there was always someone else to do it for her. And when she arrived in town, she was able to use the small washer and dryer that were tucked away into an otherwise dead corner of space in the apartment above the bakery. And since she'd been staying with Manning, she'd used his. But the rhythm and humid warmth of the laundromat was soothing after everything else, the sweet smell of detergent and fabric softener there to start to mask the copper penny scent of their skin.
The thought of her wrist made it ache sharply, and she nodded along with what Sam was saying. "Manning probably knows. He can help once we're home." She said it without second thought, the words spilling out naturally as she turned toward one of the dryers, pulling out a hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts that looked like they belonged to the tallest player on the highschool team. She held them up for a moment with her good hand before deciding that she didn't have much of a choice and shouldn't be too terribly picky.
She didn't head toward the bathroom right away, instead stepping closer to the sink where Sam was bent over into the flow of water. Sam had been much more of the line of fire, and the blood covered her far more completely than it did Iris. "Did you want me to get the back for you?" She stood close but didn't reach out to touch without permission, though her uninjured hand hovered in midair, waiting for the okay, if it was to come.
"Why?" The word was confused repetition, like Iris didn't quite understand the question.