21 Hours

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Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Clothes

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[agdhani.livejournal.com]

“Your Majesty, there is someone…”
The page was unable to complete his introductions before Kavan entered the dining hall behind him, his expression humble despite the straight set of his shoulders, the confident tilt of his head, and the proper, fastidious cut of clothes she was all too familiar with. Black trousers. White blouson shirt tucked at the waist covered by both black vest and black hooded cloak. Though the cut and style of his shirts varied, the rest of the ensemble had not changed in the entire time she had known him, as if he wore only a single set of clothing.
Inness stood up to greet him, forcing her expression into one of annoyance to mask the disquieted surprise she felt at seeing him in her home yet again.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

It wasn’t fair that he was always the one stuck doing laundry, however, it was for the best. The last time Zayne attempted to do the wash, all their undergarments had exited the dryer a lovely shade of pink. They never did figure out what it was that had been red in the load either. Then, the one time James had tried, well, Zayne had to go buy new jeans because somehow, James had managed to shrink denim.

So, laundry had forever become his job.

For the most part, he didn’t mind. He could get other things done while the clothes were washing and then drying, things like the dishes or making his grocery list. Even better, when the boys were gone doing whatever they did when they weren’t with him, he could sneak in a chapter or two of his latest book. Something he didn’t get to do much when his boyfriends were around.

But the best part was the clothes themselves. He lifted a worn, faded hoodie to his nose and inhaled. Despite its numerous washings, it still smelled like Zayne. And then there were these well-loved sweats that had belonged to James. Since he washed, dried, and folded it all, no one noticed if he slipped certain things into his own dresser when they weren’t looking. Things like that old orange hoodie, or these navy blue sweats.

One of the benefits of being shorter than Zayne was that his partner didn’t fit into any of his clothes. And while he was taller than James, he was also built leaner and smaller, so James didn’t fit into his clothes either. In this one instance, he really had the best of both worlds.

“Oh, shut up, gingerbread,” he heard Zayne shout from the living room.

“Why would I do that, cowboy?”

Andrej sighed and looked back at the basket of laundry. He went to the bedroom door and closed it, shutting out the sounds of the impending argument. Laughing, he realized he’d discovered another bonus to being the laundry maid: a semblance of peace and quiet. He could live with that.