Who: Ethan and open When: Afternoon Where: The utility/laundry room
While Ethan appreciated the new clothes he was able to pick up in town the day before, he found he was still more comfortable with his own clothing. Unfortunately, they were dirty and had sort of a funk about them, and while Ethan wouldn't have care wearing them back home, wherever that might have been at the time, he didn't think he could get away with it in this house, surrounded by people in close quarters.
So after lunch, Ethan carried his old clothes down to the utility room on the first floor, wearing a newer pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt from Cassi's. He didn't think he could wash his boots in the washing machine, so he left them upstairs in his room. In the utility room, Ethan opened the washing machine door and shoved everything inside. Once the door was shut, he straightened and looked at the panel of buttons. It didn't look anything like the washing machines at the laundromats he was used to, where he put some quarters in and shifted the knob and pushed start. This was stupid fancy shit.
Ethan poked at a few of the buttons, but nothing happened. Grimacing, Ethan looked up to find detergent on the shelves. He grabbed an orange jug and pulled it down before staring at the machine again. Did he pour it into the machine like he did with the top loaders? Was there another...detergent loader thing? What the fuck.
He opened the door again and looked inside for some sign before he shut it again and straightened, scratching the nape of his neck. "Seriously. What the fuck," he muttered.