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[circumspector]

Hey.

Uh. Wow, this username is... really bad.

Anyway. I'm Angel, and I need some help. My roommate and I sort of... ran into some problems? Something's gone wrong with our dishwasher and I think our washing machine. Oh, and the oven.

Unless it's meant to smell like something is burning? I'm not sure which one that is though. I've never had to cook before, so you might need to break it down from the beginning about how to use it. As well as the washing clothes bit too, just in case we put the dishes in the wrong place.

If you could come take a look or troubleshoot over the line, that's fine as well, I'd really appreciate it and I'll owe you a huge favor. I'll make good on it the second you need any kind of help, promise.

Thanks again!

[ Save them, save them from themselves. ]

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[circumspector]

How do I... clean clothes?

[crownless]

[angel you sweet summer child.]

you're in luck cause i JUST figured out how to not fuck up my building's washing unit [Travis, don't.]
wheres your room, it's prob easier if i show you in person!

[circumspector]

Capsule 14.

[crownless]

[It takes just a bit for him to find her. Soon enough there's a knock at her capsule door; he's gently shooing a crow away and straightening up when Angel lets him in.

...She's much, much smaller than he'd imagined.]

Yo. I'm Travis. [look, he even waves.] You call a guy for your washing machine?

[circumspector]

[ And he is - rather predictably - so much taller than she is. She's going to have a perpetual crick in her neck from looking up at all these people.

Granted it doesn't really cross her mind as she opens the door for him, just beaming up at him big and wide, rocking her weight on her heels as she steps back to let him in. ]

Yeah, I did. Come in. I hope the smell of burnt food isn't too bad.

[ Well, its got to be better than it was an hour ago. ]