[ooc: haha thank you for picking this one. I wanted to do a starter for it but didn't have a lot of time.]
When Hob left the station, he explored as much as he could, which included the parks and other outdoor areas looking for the boundaries of the city. It didn’t amount to much except getting a bit dirty and working up a sweat from all of his exploration, so finding a laundromat felt like a bit of a relief. The place looked empty, and so far, he hasn’t been stopped from using any of the other facilities, so he thought he’d clean himself up a bit.
Naturally, the second he’s taking his shirt off is the moment a stranger walks in and asks him what the place is for. “…..” Hob is momentarily silent as he stands with his shirt in his hands.
“It’s for washing one’s clothes. Using the machines here.” Given that he’s already committed to it, he puts his shirt into one of the machines. Yup. Super casual. Hob crosses his arms over his chest, which is rather bear-like with the amount of chest hair he has.
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When Hob left the station, he explored as much as he could, which included the parks and other outdoor areas looking for the boundaries of the city. It didn’t amount to much except getting a bit dirty and working up a sweat from all of his exploration, so finding a laundromat felt like a bit of a relief. The place looked empty, and so far, he hasn’t been stopped from using any of the other facilities, so he thought he’d clean himself up a bit.
Naturally, the second he’s taking his shirt off is the moment a stranger walks in and asks him what the place is for. “…..” Hob is momentarily silent as he stands with his shirt in his hands.
“It’s for washing one’s clothes. Using the machines here.” Given that he’s already committed to it, he puts his shirt into one of the machines. Yup. Super casual. Hob crosses his arms over his chest, which is rather bear-like with the amount of chest hair he has.