Orange Mocha Frappuccino! (WIFWOLF)
\>she nears the laundromat and- \>\*sniff\*…\*sniff sniff\* \>she smells a strange new scent on the air \>she recognizes it as coffee, her coworkers seemed to drink gallons of the stuff but she never found the motivation to taste the strange smelling brown
Errands
When the duo finally arrived at the laundromat, thunder counted his graces that the doors were double wide.
Possum Laundry (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the possum paused in his transfer of clothes from washer to the basket, the sounds of the laundromat all around him. one red tinted sock. one perfectly blue tinted sock.
Corgi being Productive (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The corgi squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. The plastic molded furniture was not an improvement to his overall comfort, especially combined with the soft rumble of the machines that surrounded him. He never felt quite at ease amongst machines, and...
Meals and Plans (Otherwise Untitled)
#244 of short stories a kobold and dragon select a meal in a laundromat. ~ the laundromat was a soft rumble of clanking machines and muffled tumbles of clothes as jake regarded the length of vending machine dubliously.
I Had To Hope
"fuck it," i grumbled to myself, crawling from beneath my damp comforter and dressing in my driest, least dirty clothes for the day ahead (she still hadn't paid for the last time our grandma took our laundry to the laundromat, so i was recycling my clothes
Nyandemic Story, pt. 22
If only i'd sprung for a washer and dryer when i moved in…but i could just go to the laundromat, i'd told myself. if only i'd gone to the laundromat at the start of last week, i fumed…but i'd been worried about minimizing my exposure risk.
Laying Low [Preview]
A laundromat was not ideal, but it was the best she could do right now. the black-footed cat stretched idly, before slotting a card into the machine.
The New Wolf Chapter 15
I don't mind going to a laundromat or somewhere for laundry and such. i'll look up a place later." "you really don't need to, elliot.
Itan's Unfortunate Day 3
So i went back to my apartment and gathered all my clothes and headed towards the laundromat to get them washed once and for all before something happened.
What A Well-Made Bomb Can Do
The bullet tore off a sizably decent chunk of rotted wood and drywall from the laundromat. the hare stood stock still, his eyes wide enough for me to see the slightly bloodshot whites of them.
Delusion
He crossed the street to the large black muscle car parked by a laundromat. the vixen trailed after him and crossed the front of the car to the passenger side door. avitus unlocked the vehicle and opened the door for her. "after you mademoiselle..."