Ren Solitaire (solus) wrote in repose, @ 2017-10-16 21:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, hannah smith, ren solitaire |
Log; Hannah & Ren
Who: Hannah Smith & Ren Solitaire
When: Now-ish
Where: Laundrymat.
What: Everyone has to do laundry, right?
Ratings/warnings: Low probably, will update if necessary.
Status: In Process.
Some people hated laundry, but Ren didn't mind it. For starters, it was a methodical task that didn't really require a lot of extra know how. He had a lot of friends that seemed to think it required some sort of doctoral level skill set, but really it just required you to be able to tell colors and separate fabric by weight, occasionally read a tag - nothing that a person with a University education ought not be able to handle. He hadn't done it so much growing up, and he hadn't done it so much when he was at his European boarding school, but he'd started doing it on the hall in his dorm when he returned to go to University, and then he'd found that he kind of enjoyed the practice of it. Perhaps it was that it became a time that was built into his schedule for him to read, because so long as he didn't have his own washer or dryer, he would have to sit and wait. And waiting meant reading time, or sometimes if the chance allowed, the time to talk to other people. He could have done the laundry when he was in the capital so he wouldn't have it when he came back, but he hadn't, and maybe it was because he'd wanted that time to himself. Although it looked as if the laundry room had someone else there, and maybe it wouldn't be so much time to himself as he thought. Maybe that wasn't the worst thing. After all, outside of Leo, he hadn't much taken the opportunity to make friends. He sat the basket full of his laundry bag down and glanced over at the woman there who looked familiar to him. She'd been into the coffeeshop and they'd talked before. He was still learning faces and names, but this face was presenting him with a suggested name and he debated throwing it out, and what the worst case scenario if he was wrong was. Nothing but humiliation probably. He pulled the bag out of the basket and offered her a quick tight grin. "Hey," he half mumbled in a friendly way. "Hannah isn't it?" |