spotsalone | angelo; pc catchall

[ Some time after all the commotion has died down, Hickey scurries off to track down Angelo... and of course he's in the laundry room. That seems on brand for this guy. ]

You know, if this cycle is meant to continue, any washing up you do will just be reset come morning.

[ He's helping! ]

[ Angelo has his hands in a washbasin and is lathering a bedsheet. The soap is rose scented by default, and this pleases him. He doesn't seem to be in a terrible mood, for what it's worth, though the events of earlier certainly linger on his mind. ]

I know. It's irritating that this won't get dry in time, but I'll make do.

[ .... yeah. ]

Why bother at all, if you know it's bootless?

[ Hickey is not a fan of laundry, and yet he knows he'll find himself in here bright and early tomorrow, scrubbing the stink off of his scant clothing yet again... How annoying. ]

It takes my mind off things.

[ In his own world, washing machines would naturally do the job. He liked laundry there as well - the clean sheets out of the dryer, like a memory of a bygone time that he can't hold onto properly anymore. Clean and spotless, smelling warm.

This is more exhausting and he hates the way the water makes his fingers rough, but... ]

Surely you understand the appeal of a tidy place to rest? Then you may see the merit in scrubbing something clean yourself.

[ Just going off the profiles, Hickey has known some amount of hardship. ]

[ His head tips in concession. Fair enough! This place is starting to get rather boring. ]

More than you know, mate. I haven't known tidy in three years. Cleanliness is a luxury.

[ He leans against an unused basin, hands finding the pockets of his coat. ]

Yet I'm happy to let Ish do that work for me. He owes us that much, wouldn't you say?

[ Angelo laughs at that - an unpleasant little bark, but it's certainly at Ish's expense rather than Hickey's. ]

He absolutely does. For all the lavishness presented, he's still been a dreadful host.

[ He removes the sheets from his basin and starts wringing out excess water with a brutal efficiency one might not think someone as dainty as him capable of. ]

Saving him effort is about the last thing on my mind.

[ Hickey echoes with his own humorless grunt of a laugh. ]

As far as hosts go, I've had worse.

[ take a shot every time hickey complains about living on a ship. ]

Have you spoken with him much yourself?

[ Angelo's also had worse, but he's in a position that allows him to have standards now, so he'll complain with all his might. It makes him feel better. ]

Some. His devotion to that goddess was of interest to me, so I had to probe a little.

You?

angelo; pc catchall

w1; laundry room; post-execution sunday

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