[The dank musk of low tide had permeated the threads so deeply that he couldn't fully launder it out by hand. Times like this had him wishing he owned even a small, portable washer for his studio apartment on the lower levels of Cellar Door-- but he was still new in town and gathering supplies.
A washer would come, hopefully sooner rather than later.]
Yes. That's a good idea, [he relented holding up his arms and frowning at his cardigan. Although he had long outgrown it until recent affairs, it was a nostalgic piece that he hated to be rid of.
After all, that was the cardigan he was wearing when he finally became Retainer to the King of Conquerors. ]
If we can't find a crafts table, we can just go back to my apartment. Or yours.
[He shrugged. The place didn't matter-- even though he still refused to call his residence a 'flat' even in another world... Lest he wanted to summon a headache. ]
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A washer would come, hopefully sooner rather than later.]
Yes. That's a good idea, [he relented holding up his arms and frowning at his cardigan. Although he had long outgrown it until recent affairs, it was a nostalgic piece that he hated to be rid of.
After all, that was the cardigan he was wearing when he finally became Retainer to the King of Conquerors. ]
If we can't find a crafts table, we can just go back to my apartment. Or yours.
[He shrugged. The place didn't matter-- even though he still refused to call his residence a 'flat' even in another world... Lest he wanted to summon a headache. ]