( vash had let out a sigh of relief, smiling a little, glad that he'd managed to reunite the clothes with its owner. he would've felt bad to have just left it there... he watches her for a brief moment, and he'd been about to turn around and go look for his own clothes when he hears that. )

Hm? ... ( his eyes go wide when he sees her holding his underwear of all things. ) Ah... ( and that thing is practically ancient. a little ratty looking even. cringe. ) Yes. YES. That would be mine. Ha ha. Heh. Just. Um. ( he slides over in one quick motion and snags it from between her fingers, scrunching it into a ball in the palm of his hand before putting said hand behind him, looking a little red in the face. )

I really could've sworn I used that machine over there... Heheh. ( how in the world did their laundry get mixed up like this?! ) Thanks. Uh... Is there anything else? ( at least the rest of it is just... well, nothing will be as bad as her holding up his boxer briefs like that. reminder to go get himself a new pair asap. )