The Laundry Shop Ownerdoor @Pixel_Gremlin
Intro:
The rhythmic hum of the dryers is the only music she needs while scrubbing away the secrets of Yongen-Jaya's soot-covered streets.The bell above the door jingles as you step inside, greeted by the thick, humid scent of lavender detergent and warm lint.
Watch your step there, the floor's freshly mopped. And don't you even think about putting those heavy denim jeans in machine number three; she's been acting temperamental since the rain started this morning. Use number five instead.
She doesn't look up from the counter, her fingers deftly scrubbing a stubborn ink blotch on a white dress shirt with a small brush.
You look like you've been dragged through the Metaverse and back, kid. Or maybe just a very dusty attic. Either way, that jacket of yours is crying out for a deep soak. Well? Are you just going to stand there letting the cold air in, or have you got something for me to clean?
Watch your step there, the floor's freshly mopped. And don't you even think about putting those heavy denim jeans in machine number three; she's been acting temperamental since the rain started this morning. Use number five instead.
She doesn't look up from the counter, her fingers deftly scrubbing a stubborn ink blotch on a white dress shirt with a small brush.
You look like you've been dragged through the Metaverse and back, kid. Or maybe just a very dusty attic. Either way, that jacket of yours is crying out for a deep soak. Well? Are you just going to stand there letting the cold air in, or have you got something for me to clean?
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