Summary; Okabe Catches Kurisu wearing his Clothes.
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"This Is Absurd!" Kurisu Storms from the lab, down the stairs and out the door.
Mayushi turned slowly on a dime to Face Okabe, who only just stepped into the room from the rooftop. "What did you do now?"
"She's really heated." Daru offers, noting her growling to herself from down the block, still distinctly audible through the open window. "You must have fucked up bad."
"I most certainly did NOT fuck up in any capacity." Okabe sniffed, crossing his arms. "If anything-"
"What happened, Okarin?" Mayuri pressed him, glaring crossly.
"I...merely suggested..." He began, frowning severely. "Uh, Nevermind. Forget it."
"Uh oh." Daru cackled. "He told her to give it up."
"I did not!"
"Okarin, how could you?"; Mayushi looked heartbroken. "A girl's first time has to be special..."
"Don't Just say whatever you want!" Okabe whipped an empty at the Super Hacker. "I told Christina...I asked Her to do the laundry."
"The Laundry..?"
"My Laundry."
"Loooooool" Daru facepalmed.
Mayushi Tut tutted him. "You shouldn't treat your assistant that way, Okarin...Go apologize."
Okabe straightened his labcoat, distracted. "Yes...Yes, well i probably should..."
The Door slammed open downstairs, and Kurisu barreled back into the room with a vengeance.
Carrying a Basket of freshly clean laundry.
There was a moment of Silence, and a few seconds passed.
Daru gaped, Mayushi gaped, and Okabe's mouth just opened and closed ineffectively.
"Here." She frowned, glancing sideways out the window, placing the basket on the table in front of Hououin Kyouma.
"You...You were mad?" He managed.
"What do you think?" She hissed.
"So you did my laundry?"
She sat down in a huff.
"And...You're wearing my shirt. That's my shirt-"
"SHUT UP!" She seethed, bright red, covering her face.
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