Post by archenstone on Dec 1, 2009 12:54:58 GMT -5
"This is getting old." V'rael grumbled as he held up another pair of underwear. You'd think adults could keep better care of their stuff. He said to Taith.
We'll if you didn't wear fake skin you wouldn't have to wash it. Taith replied from a warm spot on the river. He was lounging in a sunny spot, occasionally frightening fish with a twitch of his tail. He took great humor in letting all the nice sensations roll across their link to an envious V'rael.
"I got tricked into this....I just know it." He said aloud even though he was the only one in the room. Of course you did. The moment he suggested you would shirk responsibility rather than do whats necessary he had you. If you were more like me well.....you'd be in the river.
He looked around at the mass of fabric. Once smelly undergarmets now sat neatly piled in baskets ready to go to their respective owners. "He said responsibility though....this is women's work!"
He folded a shirt....twice...since the first time around it was mangled looking. Now for a new load. He pulled another basket foward labeled 'M'ta and R'wign'. As he began to dumb clothes into the wash bin he felt something hard. "What?" Out from a pants pocket came a small throwing knife. He flipped it in the air and caught it by point. "Nice balance." He searched through the rest of the laundry and found around five or six. "Who would leave their knives in pockets?" It didn't make sense. All well, finders keepers right? He pocketed the knives and dumped the rest of clothes in. He might return the lost knives someday.....like when mens underwear stops stinking.
We'll if you didn't wear fake skin you wouldn't have to wash it. Taith replied from a warm spot on the river. He was lounging in a sunny spot, occasionally frightening fish with a twitch of his tail. He took great humor in letting all the nice sensations roll across their link to an envious V'rael.
"I got tricked into this....I just know it." He said aloud even though he was the only one in the room. Of course you did. The moment he suggested you would shirk responsibility rather than do whats necessary he had you. If you were more like me well.....you'd be in the river.
He looked around at the mass of fabric. Once smelly undergarmets now sat neatly piled in baskets ready to go to their respective owners. "He said responsibility though....this is women's work!"
He folded a shirt....twice...since the first time around it was mangled looking. Now for a new load. He pulled another basket foward labeled 'M'ta and R'wign'. As he began to dumb clothes into the wash bin he felt something hard. "What?" Out from a pants pocket came a small throwing knife. He flipped it in the air and caught it by point. "Nice balance." He searched through the rest of the laundry and found around five or six. "Who would leave their knives in pockets?" It didn't make sense. All well, finders keepers right? He pocketed the knives and dumped the rest of clothes in. He might return the lost knives someday.....like when mens underwear stops stinking.