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can_be_moreAeryn had acclimated to a lot of things since she'd been on Earth, and even more since coming to Cambridge. And the one thing she hated doing more than anything besides that job was laundry. On the other hand, the alternative was letting John do it, and she wanted her clothes left without bleach writing.
When she got back downstairs to the laundry room to put in the next load, someone was taking her wet laundry out of the washer. She couldn't hit them like she could even in Fandom. She had to remind herself of that. So instead she cleared her throat very loudly.
The blonde doing the work turned around, startled. She was a cute, tiny little thing, hair in one of those claw things, wearing a tank top and a pink pair of sweatpants with writing on the back. Aeryn didn't need to know what it said enough to read her ass. "Oh, hi!" she said, smiling.
"What are you doing?" Aeryn greeted her.
"Oh, is this yours? I just had to do a quick load and yours just finished and I figured you probably didn't need to get it all done as soon as I did-"
"Have you not heard of waiting your turn?"
"I was totally going to pay for the next load!"
Aeryn fixed her with her best 'bitch please'. "No, you weren't."
"You don't know that I wasn't!" she said, eyes wide.
"Whatever," Aeryn said, shaking her head. "There are other machines. Try one of those."
"But they won't work the same," the girl pouted.
Aeryn stared at her. "They work fine."
"But the one keeps stopping in the middle of the cycle and you have to come down and kick it, and the other one never seems to fill up with enough water."
She didn't want to know how the girl knew that the washer didn't fill up with enough water. "So you expect me to use them? I don't think so. Deal with it." Aeryn didn't have a lot of battles she could fight these days. She was fighting this one, oh yes.
The girl sighed, apparently realizing she wasn't going to win this one, and Aeryn was a little disappointed. She walked to the next machine and started putting her laundry in it, leaving Aeryn to pick up her own from the top of the washer. As she did so, the girl started talking again. "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around before."
"Been here a few months," Aeryn answered shortly.
"Oh, that's still new," she said. "Hi. I'm Kamylla, with a K, a Y and two L's. What's your name?"
Aeryn was left staring again. "A K, a..."
"Y and two L's," she finished. "Your name?"
She had the feeling Kamylla wouldn't stop until she got it. "Aeryn," she answered.
"Good to meet you, Erin."
Thanks to the translator microbes, it was always going to bother Aeryn that no one here seemed to be able to pronounce her name right.
"I'm in 304," Kamylla went on. "It's me and my roommate, Sandy. We're both juniors, whatever that counts for anymore." And the thought of this girl going to any Ivy League school was terrifying. Maybe her parents were rich. "So did you just start?"
"I don't go to school," Aeryn answered, not bothering to hide the eyeroll.
"You live really close to campus to not go to school," she said.
It wouldn't be a bad thing if Aeryn just strangled her and left the body out back, would it? She was pretty sure she could get away with it, and no one would miss her. Maybe Sandy would thank her. "My fiancé goes to MIT," she said.
"Oh my god, congratulations!" Kamylla grinned. "When's the wedding? Wow, you're young."
And there was another eyeroll. At this rate, her face might get stuck that way. "I'm old enough," she said.
"No, I mean, I could never get married at my age even. There's just way too much I want to do. And other guys I want to date."
"Well, I don't have that problem."
"You're lucky then," Kamylla said, shutting the washer and setting it up to run. "It was cool talking with you, Erin. Maybe we can get together for lunch sometime and you can tell me all about the wedding."
Aeryn would rather choke on a dentic. "Great."
Kamylla headed upstairs again, and Aeryn decided she'd leave her things in here overnight if it meant avoiding having to talk to her again.
When she got back downstairs to the laundry room to put in the next load, someone was taking her wet laundry out of the washer. She couldn't hit them like she could even in Fandom. She had to remind herself of that. So instead she cleared her throat very loudly.
The blonde doing the work turned around, startled. She was a cute, tiny little thing, hair in one of those claw things, wearing a tank top and a pink pair of sweatpants with writing on the back. Aeryn didn't need to know what it said enough to read her ass. "Oh, hi!" she said, smiling.
"What are you doing?" Aeryn greeted her.
"Oh, is this yours? I just had to do a quick load and yours just finished and I figured you probably didn't need to get it all done as soon as I did-"
"Have you not heard of waiting your turn?"
"I was totally going to pay for the next load!"
Aeryn fixed her with her best 'bitch please'. "No, you weren't."
"You don't know that I wasn't!" she said, eyes wide.
"Whatever," Aeryn said, shaking her head. "There are other machines. Try one of those."
"But they won't work the same," the girl pouted.
Aeryn stared at her. "They work fine."
"But the one keeps stopping in the middle of the cycle and you have to come down and kick it, and the other one never seems to fill up with enough water."
She didn't want to know how the girl knew that the washer didn't fill up with enough water. "So you expect me to use them? I don't think so. Deal with it." Aeryn didn't have a lot of battles she could fight these days. She was fighting this one, oh yes.
The girl sighed, apparently realizing she wasn't going to win this one, and Aeryn was a little disappointed. She walked to the next machine and started putting her laundry in it, leaving Aeryn to pick up her own from the top of the washer. As she did so, the girl started talking again. "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around before."
"Been here a few months," Aeryn answered shortly.
"Oh, that's still new," she said. "Hi. I'm Kamylla, with a K, a Y and two L's. What's your name?"
Aeryn was left staring again. "A K, a..."
"Y and two L's," she finished. "Your name?"
She had the feeling Kamylla wouldn't stop until she got it. "Aeryn," she answered.
"Good to meet you, Erin."
Thanks to the translator microbes, it was always going to bother Aeryn that no one here seemed to be able to pronounce her name right.
"I'm in 304," Kamylla went on. "It's me and my roommate, Sandy. We're both juniors, whatever that counts for anymore." And the thought of this girl going to any Ivy League school was terrifying. Maybe her parents were rich. "So did you just start?"
"I don't go to school," Aeryn answered, not bothering to hide the eyeroll.
"You live really close to campus to not go to school," she said.
It wouldn't be a bad thing if Aeryn just strangled her and left the body out back, would it? She was pretty sure she could get away with it, and no one would miss her. Maybe Sandy would thank her. "My fiancé goes to MIT," she said.
"Oh my god, congratulations!" Kamylla grinned. "When's the wedding? Wow, you're young."
And there was another eyeroll. At this rate, her face might get stuck that way. "I'm old enough," she said.
"No, I mean, I could never get married at my age even. There's just way too much I want to do. And other guys I want to date."
"Well, I don't have that problem."
"You're lucky then," Kamylla said, shutting the washer and setting it up to run. "It was cool talking with you, Erin. Maybe we can get together for lunch sometime and you can tell me all about the wedding."
Aeryn would rather choke on a dentic. "Great."
Kamylla headed upstairs again, and Aeryn decided she'd leave her things in here overnight if it meant avoiding having to talk to her again.
