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as sanity tentatively peeks back up above the parapet... OR DOES IT - Diary of a Necromancer
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as sanity tentatively peeks back up above the parapet... OR DOES IT
Won a custom icon by meeksp, so it seemed appropriate to arrange a sitting with Jason and -- um, could somebody get Trevor a box to stand on, there...?

Muse may have missed their actual anniversary by a few days, but she did eventually show up to her own party, and actually used something that she made me go out of my way to research in this installment. So I suppose it's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye good?

It's a two-man job getting all the washing down three flights of stairs. Jason attends to his chef's-whites with a diligence that his Mum would appreciate, often two or three nights a week if he's run through the entire collection already (the lab-coat from the surplus-shop that he wears at home can get to a mad-scientist degree of disreputability before he'll toss it into his hamper, but for his uniforms proper he goes through a staggering amount of bleach), but somehow or other sorting the rest of the household's laundry generally seems to turn into a game of chicken. There are no reputable linens left and I've been down to wearing all the pants that went pink the last time my flatmate put his favourite tea-towel in the wrong basket for most of a week before I give up and agree that we can't put the chore off any longer.

Miguel and Carlos are just finishing with a pile of washing that bears an embarrassing similarity to our own. We all grin sheepishly at one another, blokes to slovenly blokes. Before long Jason is chatting away with them, fluent enough from primary-school and long immersion to have tested out of most of the Spanish requirement at his uni altogether. I'm left to nod awkwardly at the bits he remembers to relay. Someone laughs, as I'm head-first in a washer retrieving a red flannel from the load of whites: Chupacabra?

Bloody hell, he would think of that as a cover.

Probably little surprise that the other residents make skittish jokes, the basement is an unnerving space even without the certain knowledge of what causes those periodic noises that aren't the boiler. There's a broken-off length of blond dreadlock lurking in a cobwebbed corner of the laundry-area, over by the old coal-bin our landlady uses for a storage. The old, wood-framed coal-bin, more gouged and bitten with every month that goes by. Jason's managing to steer the conversation away from things that go knocking over the stack of snowshovels in the night now, a sprinkling of words that I do half-recognise: inmigracion, politica, pendejos. Es dificil, yes, Miguel says, with a glance to me. They sense that my papers aren't any more in order.

(Although La Migra wouldn't come for me with handcuffs.)

We can leave the wash now it's running -- though there's always that small chance of coming back down to find everything sitting stalled in filthy water, again -- so we repair back upstairs to wait, Jason thumping down onto the settee with a beer and a self-satisfied look. "'Nice to know we're not the only ones who wait until they're completely out of clothes, anyway," he announces to the room at large.

"I hope you weren't telling them anything too compromising."

He's all innocence. "I said you were afraid of the monster that lives in the storage locker."

I suppose in the circumstances it's not really worth arguing what impressions the neighbours have of either of us, so long as the net effect is harmless enough. "Just so it remembers to put in its share of the rent, yeah?"

"Paid it yesterday, receipt's on the fridge with the grocery list. Get me some monster chow while you're out there, huh?" he adds as I go to file the paper more securely somewhere.

For what it is, this arrangement does rather work, I think.


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ashnistrike From: ashnistrike Date: January 12th, 2012 01:59 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Can vampires get away with waiting longer for the laundry, if they're careful not to get any of their food on their clothes?
robling_t From: robling_t Date: January 13th, 2012 12:23 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Oh, Trevor probably does grab Jason's big bottle of bleach to run down for the odd... special load, now and again...
owensheart From: owensheart Date: January 12th, 2012 05:46 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
I immagine vampires have alot of laundry, they are messy eaters after all.

Great fic.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: January 13th, 2012 12:25 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
It's the part where all the towels and sheets in the house are dirty too that worries me... ;)
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