[ The only thing he feels like cracking right now is his temper. Once he finds whoever's responsible for this, he's going to give them a good lickin'. Laundry isn't that difficult of a chore!
His eyes dart up to meet hers, unamused with the pun as well as the playful teasing. He gives his sleeve another futile tug. ]
Like yours is any better. [ He huffs, his gaze pointedly darting toward the rolled up sleeves. The messiness of her hair and the bagginess of her clothes make her look even less put together than him. (He gelled his hair up all nice this morning, bangs and all). That thought doesn't bring him much relief, though.
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His eyes dart up to meet hers, unamused with the pun as well as the playful teasing. He gives his sleeve another futile tug. ]
Like yours is any better. [ He huffs, his gaze pointedly darting toward the rolled up sleeves. The messiness of her hair and the bagginess of her clothes make her look even less put together than him. (He gelled his hair up all nice this morning, bangs and all). That thought doesn't bring him much relief, though.
But grumbling about it sure does. ]
I can't report to my shift lookin' like this.