IC: Laundry

[maleborgia]

*Cesare's carrying a pair of boots and two complete outfits, carefully wrapped up in themselves, and wearing a third, less commonly-seen set of clothing. It's laundry day, apparently, and he seems rather cautious as he looks for Turnbull.*

Oh, there you are.

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[moosetaken]

[whistling a jaunty tune as he folds up the sheets that just came out of the dryer]

Good day, Cesare!

[maleborgia]

I'm sorry about the state of these. *setting them down gently on top of the dryer, not letting them come unfolded* Let me know if it is too much work and I will find someone else.

[moosetaken]

[makes a little tsk sound, picking up the garment]

I assure you, in my nearly six years here I've gotten out various sund---

[expression changes and tone becomes very stern]

Cesare?

[maleborgia]

*awkward shifting, not meeting his eyes*

Yes?

[moosetaken]

It would appear that the person wearing this garment was stabbed through the chest with a narrow double edged dagger.

[maleborgia]

Yes, that sounds about right.

[moosetaken]

[back to >( face

unfolds the other, inspects the bullet hole, turning the shirt around

now cesare gets this face]

[maleborgia]

...

It has been a rather unfortunate week.

[moosetaken]

So it would seem.

I'm sure you understand that I would like an explanation.

[maleborgia]

I am hesitant to say that I am without blame for either incident. The first time, I had a difference of opinion with someone who regrettably took my behavior as threatening and felt the need to teach me a lesson.

[moosetaken]

[sighs]

Please be more careful, young sir. Significantly more careful.

[maleborgia]

*for a moment it looks like he was considering arguing back, then decided that submissive was probably the better option*

Yes, of course.

[moosetaken]

[luckily turnbull focuses on the actual response. he puts a hand on cesare's shoulder.]

I'm glad you're alright now. Shall I set about mending?

[maleborgia]

Please. I would appreciate if you could get the staining out as well.