Doing the Laundry

[Ooyama]

After another encounter with the enemy Tenshi, Ooyama was busy dealing with the stains of battle. While he didn’t have to deal with all the blood that the others had, being a sniper and all, he still had grass stains and rocks and all other such things dirtying up his clothes. Geeh, grass stains were always such a pain to remove; now he knew why his mother hated it so much. Of course, she really didn’t have to deal with it now. Nope, his mother just had that one, bloodstained uniform to clean probably, after that tree….well there was no point getting upset over that. He had already accepted the fact that he was dead a long time ago. Sure he missed his family, but there was nothing he could do. Even if he left this place, there was no guarantee he could remember them or even see them again. He was dead, and he was fine with that. Being dead had been probably the best thing for him, which sounded morbid but was true. After all, he had met some cool new friends….

Bzzzzzzz.

”Oh, the washer’s done….” Ooyama said, excited to see that his clothing was getting ready. Walking over to the top-loader washer, he opened it up and began to move his dirtied up battle clothes and bring it over to the dryer. Some NPCs were in there, but they had gotten used to the stains on his clothes. They just figured he was really athletic and played a lot of sports in the meantime or something. Worked for him; after all, they would just laugh off his claims of being an ace sniper and say he was being a kidder or something.

Throwing in a dryer sheet, he set the machine up and let it go. Since it would be an hour or so till it was all done, he really had nothing else to do. He had been ordered to not do the homework or anything like that anymore in fears of living life as an NPC would make him disappear. However, he had been living that life long before Yuri or Hinata showed up in his life, so he sort of did it anyway. To stay within Yuri’s rules, however, he made sure to only make high C’s and low B’s instead of the A’s and B’s he made in his past life. He just couldn’t give up the routineness of the NPC life, though he did really enjoy the life he had as a member of the Afterlife War Front.

Speaking of that, he wondered if any of the others were around here? Since he had time to kill, maybe he would stop by the Nurse’s lounge and see if anybody that had been injured woke up yet? They had taken some heavy casualties, as usual. It was a good thing you couldn’t die in this world; otherwise the group would have been long gone since the start. Heck, he had died a few times himself; it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Whatever the case, someone had to be walking around, so he set himself out on a quest to find anyone to hang out with!

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[Yui]

Laundry! Like any and all chores, laundry was a chore that Yui found much less than "appealing." Really, couldn't they just make your clothes magically wash with the snap of one's fingers? There were so many extravagant things with this world, but did she really have to engage herself in the kinds of chores that were menial, such as this? There had to be something fun she could find about laundry washing... And folding... And packing up into baskets.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid people and their stupid chores and stupid ideas of how to do stupid things!" she announced to no one in particular as she marched, apparently with a plan in mind but no desire to execute it, towards the laundromat areas. In her arms was a giant basket, and in the basket, a garbage bag; that was right, a garbage bag full of clothing. She needed to keep the original basket clean, after all, and Yui was, considerably, eccentric in her ways...

Scuttling in, Yui moved with a crablike skitter towards one of the washers, opening the door on the front and hustling to open the bag that held her dirty clothes. Pulling the different ones out, she took a brief second to admire whatever stains were on each. Blood... Oh, she remember that; she'd ran into a pole and had a nosebleed that day, and it had dripped down the whole collar and front. It looked like she had got some on the skirt, too... Wait, no, that was just a ketchup stain. Throwing it in the dryer, she pulled out the next one. More blood... Ah, that was right, she'd slipped on the grass and conked herself out on the concrete. She cringed just remembering that. She'd slid on the grass, too, which could be told by the large green stain on the skirt. Grass stains. Psh.

The third one was a pair of socks. They looked clean... Sniffing them, Yui almost gagged. Nope, definitely not. Those smelt like non-deodorized feet to her. Making a gagging noise, she unceremoniously tossed them in the washer. The next one was a grey shirt... With a big chocolate stain on the front. There was also a bit of caramel stuck to it... Where in the world had that come from? Continuing through, she found many stains on her clothing, and even one where there was a giant lollipop stuck to it. Figures, she thought, not caring to realize that any of her uniforms had just been stuck in with other colours and put on a hot water cycle. She always washed her clothes like that... Stuff 'em all in and don't care. She still wondered how that one grey shirt was kind of a pinkish colour now, though...

Having put all of her laundry in, Yui marched over to a table with almost robotic-style movements, dragging the laundry basket behind her. She settled down, hardly even coming to the realization that Ooyama was there. He was so much like an NPC in his ways - what with his normalcy and general non-specialization in anything whatsoever - she, in her considerably hyperactive state, had glossed over him. He was kind of like fine print, but much less interesting, hence the reason it wasn't read in the first place.

[Ooyama]

Just as he was about to head out and find someone, Ooyama heard Yui coming in complaining about chores. So she actually went to clean her clothes. Hmm, he didn’t think that was something that she would be doing. She was always so hyperactive and energetic that he had always doubted that she knew how to do normal chores. Well, it was glad to see that even in all the strangeness of the afterlife that even someone like Yui was able to still live a normal life…or well relatively normal.

”Hello Yui-chan…” Ooyama said, only to be completely ignored as she began to shuffle through her laundry. He noticed that her clothes were in a garbage bag inside the basket. It was very odd, but maybe she was just wanting to keep the basket clean for some reason. Or maybe the bag just made the transportation of the clothing easier; after all, giant piles of clothes in a basket were hard to see over.

However, since she was really busy with her laundry, Ooyama simply decided to wait until she was free to speak too instead of bothering her. It was the polite thing to do after all. She would be rather quick to finish off her laundry. Knowing her she would probably just throw it all into one load instead of separating between colors and whites. Whenever she was done he would simply try and say hello again, and hope that she notice him. Till then, he would simply sit there at the table and wait for her to finish, just watching. She was a rather funny thing to watch, though even he had to raise an eyebrow when he saw the kind of stains that were on her shirt. What in the world had Yui been doing? Actually, he might not want to know with her.

Eventually Yui finished, but before he could say anything she was walking right over to where he was at. She seemed rather preoccupied with something, and still didn’t notice that he was there. No surprise; he was commented on being so like an NPC that half the time his fellow members thought that he was an NPC. So all he would have to do was try and catch her interest again, which shouldn’t be that hard to do.

”Hello Yui-chan. I hope you have been having a nice day today.” he said with a smile, being as nice and polite as he normally was.

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[Yui]

After sitting down, Yui felt herself quite bored, having to wait for her laundry to finish. She didn't really want to walk all the way back to her room, though; someone might think it's funny to steal her clothes! She didn't doubt that someone would be mean enough to do that, because some of these NPCs were pretty sketchy... Even she gave them sideways glances. Not to be trusted, and you certainly didn't want to become one. Well, the last part was a quote from Yurippe, but sketchy, oh yes they were!

And so, as a result of her boredom, Yui was counting sheep. Maybe she'd take a nice nap... Oh wait, no! That would just give another reason for people to steal her clothes. Wait, why was she thinking about stealing clothes? Because people were stupid, that's why. Nd so, she resumed counting sheep to fill her boredom. One little sheep, two little sheep, three little fluffy sheep...

”Hello Yui-chan. I hope you have been having a nice day today.”

"BWEEEEEEEK! AWAY, FOUL CREATURE, AWAY! YOU BIG BAD WOLF, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT THE CUTE LITTLE SHEEP!" Weird; it was certainly a word that described Yui. While yelling absolute nonsense at Ooyama, she was flailing her arms, having fallen out of her chair with a clatter and hidden behind it. Recovering, however, she realized that it had just been Ooyama talking to her. Oh, right... Ooyama? Yeah, Ooyama. Jeez, the kid looked like one of those sketchy NPCs. When had he been here?

"Oh, hi there, Ooyama-kun~!" Yui waved energetically, her face breaking out into a bright smile as she nonchalantly set her chair properly and sat down on it. "You scared the bajoonies out of me. You shouldn't sneak up on people like that, or they're gonna ram up to you and put you in a wrestling move!" Of course, Yui's talking was also accompanied by visual effects... Of her squatting down and punching the air, followed by mocking a wrestling move with some invisible person, making it look as if she were about to put them in an inverse swastika.

"I've been having a great day, nonetheless; counting sheep, of course, and running around doing cartwheels and ballet moves! Except for laundry. Laundry's just the stupidest and dirtiest thing they could ever think of. I mean, really, just 'cause we're in the afterlife doesn't mean we should have to do chores! Of course, I can't stand those stupid blood stains on my uniform, either. I've got a giant one, right down the front from a gross nosebleed when I ran into a pole! And then, there's some grass stains on my skirt from when I fell and skidded along the grass near the edge of the concrete, plus a bunch of blood near the top because my head hit the concrete, too." For a full second, she paused, then turned to Ooyama.

"What about you? What sorts of like weird stains and stuff liek that do you have on your clothing? Anything reminiscient of like, a bear attack, or being kicked in the face, or caught by one of the traps? Maybe you fell off a building when you were trying to hit something with your sniper rifle, and cracked your head open on the ground below?" All possible scenarios... All probably not going to happen, at least to Ooyama.

"C'mon, c'mon, whatcha got, whatcha goooooooooot?!" She looked like an impatient kid on sugar, bouncing up and down on her chair with clear impatience as she whined.

[Ooyama]

Yui looked so jumpy as he approached to talk to her. She always seemed to take the suspicion of the NPCs to a pretty large amount, even more than Yui. Maybe she had watched way too many rebel-spy shows or something on TV? Still, Ooyama hadn’t expected such a result from her when he walked up to say hi to her. The loud yelling and flailing caused Ooyama to stumble backwards himself, knocking over a chair and bringing the attention of the other actual NPCs.

”Bu-but, it’s me, Ooyama!” he said, regaining his balance as he tried to calm the girl down. It seemed to work as she energetically waved at him and smiling. She acted like none of that had happened, but oddly enough so did he. It wasn’t like he was in denial; more like he was just so used to Yui’s energy that he was used to random outburst like that. He just listened quietly as she visually and with audio what exactly could happen if he “snuck” up on people. Not surprisingly, it involved smashing them to bits with a wrestling move. Of course, he hadn’t snuck up on her; he just said hi. But that didn’t matter; he wasn’t going to be rude and just let her say her piece.

”I’m sorry I snuck up on you Yui-chan” he responded politely and with a smile.

Before he got the chance to say anything else, Yui soon started to run into a long, excited spiel about what she had been up to. Apparently she was counting sheep, so she had been asleep when he tried to talk to her. That explained why she was so shocked. The rest sounded like her of course; lots of movement and excitement. Oh, and a lovely discussion apparently on the injuries that she had sustained. Admittedly, even if they couldn’t die, Ooyama didn’t enjoy the injuries as much as she apparently did. Plus, they were such a pain to get rid of.

”My, that so-,” he replied before getting interrupted. Slightly annoyed but respectful, he just kept listening to Yui as she spoke.

Oh, so she was interested in seeing what kind of wounds that he had gotten on his shirt and stuff. Well, he was the sniper; he didn’t get much actual combat with Tenshi so he got to avoid many of the injuries other did. He was also a lot more careful than the others; half of them loved to rush towards dangerous things. It was just his personality; he didn’t necessarily like danger like the others, even knowing they couldn’t die. Death wasn’t permanent, but it was still painful, and pain wasn’t something to enjoy like this.

Once she was finally finished, Ooyama was about to say something when she opened her mouth again and then whined about wanting him to say something. Sighing, he waited a second to see if she would say anything else before finally getting the chance to speak.

”Sorry to say I don’t have anything special. The only really big blood stain I have is from a trap going off on the way to Guild. And the grass stains are just from laying and kneeling on grass while battling Tenchi.”

Whew, he finally got a chance to say something. Talking with Yui always made him feel tired afterward, even if he didn’t get the chance to speak. Just something about hanging out with someone with such energy just made you feel tired and unenergetic in comparison. Or maybe that was just him. Glancing over at the NPCs, he could see they were a little confused about what they were talking about, but soon went there own way. They had a very good tendency to ignore such weird things. What was that called? A weirdness censor or something?

”So anyway, has Girls Dead Monster got anything coming up?”

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