Inside the Wash-N-Were, several machines are in use, but no one's inside.
A little strange, I suppose, but it isn't uncommon for shifters to go for a little run while they wait for cycles to finish.
Still, it's creepy to be in an empty laundromat.
Thankfully, Andrew's staying in the car, though the animals are determined to follow me inside.
Sadie prowls around, sniffing every inch of floor as her fluffy tail swishes back and forth.
The white cat—still nameless, despite the many suggestions ranging from "Snowball" to "Death Claw"—jumps from machine to machine with effortless grace before settling on top of a washer mid-spin cycle. It curls into a comfortable ball, eyes half-closed, clearly preparing to sleep.
Super fucking helpful. A part of me had kind of assumed these two strange animals-but-clearly-more-than-just-animal-beings would be a little more help with the way they tagged along against my will, but nope.
