I got da hyest score n da world on my s.a.t.

[chittybang]

Date & Time: April 4th, afternoon
Location: Room 1005
Characters: Asami Sato (chittybang) & Yosuke Hanamura (inthejunk)
Summary: In a quest to lift his spirits, Asami teaches Yosuke how to do laundry. Because that's exciting and stuff.
Warnings: None.

[Although Asami didn't appreciate the wake-up call conjured by Yosuke's 2 A.M. network video, she has to admit it worked out. Her heart goes out to him. All of her plans and the ways she keeps herself busy is partly for the sake of not feeling incapable and aimless and lonely and, most of all, out of control. It's no wonder to her Yosuke feels the way he expressed over the network; if the guy can't even do his own laundry, how is he expected to feel like he can contribute to a large group full of people who have established their goals and motivations?

Left out in the dust. She doesn't wish that sense on anybody.

With that in mind, a part of her wonders how he fared during that madman's feigned attack of the UE.

In any case, she's certainly chipper upon meeting him. Her voice isn't so perky as it is melodic, and her movements are decisive and gentle. It's a difference from when she was lethargic and admittedly a little grumpy at the middle of the night. Not to mention she's cleaned up.]

Good afternoon! I'm Asami. It's so lovely to finally meet you in person.

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[inthejunk]

[It is her! She really came. Yosuke smiles warmly at her, and returns the greeting with a semi-polite bob, just a bit too lazy to be a bow. Then he opens the door for her.]

Ms. Asami, hi! Ah. You're lovely in person too. Um. Come in, please.

[chittybang]

[She steps inside and politely slips off her shoes at the foyer. She speaks as she moves with the bag of detergent and stuff in her hand.]

So how've you been? Are you feeling any better since the last time we talked?

I'm SO sorry about the slowness! Swear I'm not usually so busy!

[inthejunk]

"Ah...sorry about that. I think I probably made a mistake trying not to fall asleep." He has the good grace to be ashamed of the behavior, at least. And in person, he's brighter and more relaxed. In fact, he's giving the stuff a curious glance. "It's no good on my micro, though. The camera lens got smashed."

It's toootally ok, it's the end of the semester for me so it's piling up here too! :(

[chittybang]

Asami dismisses his apology with a shake of her head and a smile. "It's okay. It sounded like you needed to talk."

She empties her bag of the detergent, fabric softener, fabric enhancer and a pouch of marques. "I'm sorry about your lens, though. Have you taken it somewhere to get it looked at?"

bluh good luck!

[inthejunk]

"I guess you could say that." He ducks his head a bit, shy for a moment, and then covers it up with a boisterous response.

"Nah, who cares about the lens anyway? It doesn't bother me."

thanks!! you too :)

[chittybang]

"Are you sure? It's kind of important. No one will be able to see your face!"

She settles against a nearby counter, but she looks ready to get started.

[inthejunk]

"Will you miss it?"

He teases, though he doesn't stick around for the answer. Instead he heads to the bedroom and grabs his laundry.

[chittybang]

Asami wants to answer anyway. She grins where she stands, head cocked.

"I could just ask one of the ladies here to paint a picture of it. Did you know there's an artist around here who was willing to paint a portrait of my Mom? Her talent's incredible."

[inthejunk]

"Well, I've never been in a portrait before." Yosuke laughs, relaxing easily into silly banter. He pops back around the doorframe, laundry in tow. There's not too much of it yet, since he's still pretty new around here and hasn't had time to collect much up until now.

"Okay, here it is. What should I do with it?"

[chittybang]

Asami cocks her head with observation at the bag of laundry and places a hand on her hip.

"Well! Have you sorted it out, yet?"

[inthejunk]

That gets a blank stare. Sort it? Into what? It's all dirty.

"Um...yeah."

[chittybang]

"...Yeah?" That blank stare tells all. "Sooo your darks are with your darks, whites with whites, colors with colors and everything."

[inthejunk]

Well...that about sums up the contents of the bag, sure.

"Yeah."

[chittybang]

Her skeptical look conveys exactly what she's thinking, but for now she'll take his word for it.

"Alright..! Well, the laundry room is this way." She takes her belongings again and opens up the front door, gesturing for him to exit first.

[inthejunk]

Yosuke shrugs cheerfully and follows where he's lead. Hey, it can't be all that hard, right?

"How'd you learn?" He inquires, curious. It can't be that girls just know how, even if they all like to pretend its that way. They must learn it from somewhere.