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Raven slowly walked down from the second floor to the first, grimacing all the while. She knew she had to get used to her brace, but for the time being, it just wasn't going to happen. But, even though Clarke had insisted they could get a first floor suite, Raven had insisted they not apply for the first floor apartments, stating that people in wheelchairs could probably use them more. Of course, Lexa had made her promise she would take the elevator, but the first floor was literally right there.

She approached the laundry room after a leisurely drink at the fountain. She stood upright and felt her hip snap into place. Yeah, she definitely had to take the elevator back upstairs one fucking flight of stairs.

As she entered the room, the humidity hit her square in the face, but it smelled clean and not like dirty gym socks, so they had probably cleaned it over thanksgiving break thank god.

She bent down to open the washing machine, frowning at the seemingly full cycle that remained. Had she not started the machine?

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Raven started. She whipped around. Anya Woods, Lexa's older sister stood over her. She slammed the door shut, on what Raven vaguely registered were not her clothes, and nodded her head at one of the dryers.

"Your clothes are on top of there, dipshit."

"What the fuck, Anya?" Anya actually looked surprised at hearing her name. "These are still warm. My alarm literally just went off. You couldn't have waited a fucking minute?"

"Get here early, then, dumbass. It's not hard. Other people have laundry to do too, you know?"

"It's Raven, fucktard. And you went through all the trouble to put my fucking clothes on top of the machine, but couldn't put them inside?"

"It's full. They're all full."

Raven whipped around and groaned. The closest dryer to being done was still half an hour into the cycle.

She walked out into the common room and settled down on the couch, turning on the TV.

"Is that the game?"

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

"No."

Anya settled into a chair and they watched in silence for a bit. Raven looked at Anya, when she thought Anya wasn't looking. Anya was apparently Lexa's half-sister, which made a lot of sense.

"I can smell you staring. What is it? Spit it out?"

"So, how old are you, then. If you're older than Lexa, which is what she said?"

"I'm surprised that fucknugget even mentioned me."

Raven looked vaguely uncomfortable, which was evidently enough for Anya to qualify, "It's just a term of endearment." Suddenly, she smiled.

Raven couldn't get over how regal Anya looked. She looked like a high queen, with her posture, her cheekbones, her expression which demanded dominance. Suddenly, Raven could see every similarity between Anya and Lexa.

"So...how's Clarke, then?" The name was as harsh in Anya's mouth as it was in Lexa's. Yet Lexa's guarded expression was nothing compared to Anya's fierce look. Anya's was intimidating enough that Raven turned away, pride somewhat wounded.

Raven checked her phone. There was still fifteen minutes left on that dryer, and whoever's clothes it was probably wouldn't be there right when the cycle ended. She stretched discreetly, but could see that Anya had zeroed in on her leg. Fucking perfect.

"I'll see you later, I guess."

Raven headed for the elevator, which miraculously was on the same floor, and jammed the button with the sticky and faded 2 on it. If Clarke and Lexa had fucked in the 30 seconds it took to get up, she fucking-

"Wait...Raven?"

Raven started, but was the door was closed enough for her to pretend she hadn't heard, so she got out on her floor, suddenly tired as all hell.

She headed to her room and collapsed face front on the bed, all thoughts of laundry and girls out of her mind. She fell asleep in the time it took Anya to come up the stairs.

Raven didn't wake until several hours later. Wiping the moisture off her face, she stood up and headed to the kitchen to get some water. Only, right outside her door was her laundry hamper with dried clothes in it, and her pillow pet, fuck who the fuck saw that. There was a post it stuck to Puma's face.

R-

Sorry for being a dick.

Anya

Raven traced the penmanship, taken aback. She made to crumple the note, but something stopped her, and she put the folded laundry in her room, making a mental note to ask Lexa for Anya's number, so she could properly thank her later.