laundry love [completed]

s i x : still prepping

"were you really going to chop my penis?"

"..."

"how old are you? stop wincing when you hear the word p e n i s , ira."

"..."

"adorable."

"come again? couldn't hear you, the machine was too loud."

"nothing. were. you. really. going. to. chop. my. penis?"

"into tiny, tiny little bits. i was going to make chouriço out of it."

"seriously?"

"no, you dumbo. i just loved watching your reaction, that's all."

"how did you get hold of that scalpel, anyway?"

"i study medicine at uni. freshman year."

"..."

"you've got to teach me to whistle like that sometime. and yeah, contrary to popular belief, i'm more of a hermoine granger than a phoebe buffay."

"why do i have a feeling that you'd prefer being more of a phoebe than a hermoine?"

"..."

"..."

"oh look, our clothes have dried up. see you tomorrow, adrian."

"ira?"

"yes, adrian."

"you're my phoebe buffay. remember that."

"what did you just say? damn these machines."

"nothing. i said i'll see you tomorrow."

"buh-bye, macintyre. remember to use the detergent, this time."