Not Quite Usual

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[This young Replica is standing wet and naked in the laundry room, kicking at one of the washing machines. It was trying to do laundry, but has failed against the might of the washing machine, which is rumbling ominously.]

Give me back my clothes, you stupid thing!

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[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Oh.

*looks at your tail and wants to touch it*

You won't be able to walk now, right?

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[nods] If I were dry, I'd change back. [is actually just being lazy and not moving off the wet]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Oh. Because I could carry you somewhere, if you wanted to stay a fish.

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

That would be nice? You don't have to though, you can just put me over there. [vague motion to an area that isn't waterlogged]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

I'm strong. Do you want to go to the place with the magic water? The Riku-girl I met said it was nice to swim in and really big.

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[does not even know what that means but that sounds like of awesome so nods]

That sounds awesome.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Okay.

*it stands up, then looks down*

... I still don't have my clothes.

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[Oh. He just thought you liked being naked.]

Where are your clothes?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

The washing machine won't give them back.

*points at the machine*

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[Washing machine. So it washes things. Peers at it.]

What's that abovesea thing . . . A robinbar! I think. [he's talking about a crowbar.] The piece of metal with a bent end.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*blink*

... you mean a crowbar?

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[nods] That! Would that make it open?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

I tried kicking and beating on it already. It just spits out water at me, and makes angry noises.

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[headtilt] Don't crowbars open things? Or maybe you could unplug it.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

I tried to unplug it, and it tried to crush me against the wall.

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[makes a face] It's not very nice, is it? Can you magic it?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

I only know battle magic. I don't want to destroy the machine, because it's got my clothes in it.

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[thinks. thinks. He can talk to fish, but that isn't useful right now. Has absolutely no idea what to do.]

Maybe it's mad at you. [there was magic seaweed that didn't give your shells back, he figures this is the same thing.] Maybe you need to apologise.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

No! It took my clothes first!

*scowls because it didn't do anything wrong*

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[is going to talk to the washing machine for you then.]

Hey! Washing machine, are you mad?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*the washing machine rumbles and shakes a bit louder*

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

See! [points to the washing machine] It's mad. If you tell it you're sorry, maybe it'll give your clothes back.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*frowns*

Well, I'm not the one who made it mad! I didn't do anything but wash my clothes. I'm not apologizing for anything.

[gaymermanheart.livejournal.com]

[frowns. He can't apologise for you.]

Maybe it has indigestion then.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*looks startled by that*

It can't eat my clothes! Those are my special Christmas clothes!