Prompt form Guest. I hope you like this one, it's long. Like I'm super proud... not cause it's insanely good cause it's long.

"Leo, can you explain why none of my clothes are clean?" Reyna asked.

Leo looked up at her. "Maybe because no one's run the washing machine in a week?" he joked.

"Maybe that's because it's your turn to do the laundry," Reyna snapped.

"But it's too hard," Leo complained. "There are too many buttons."

"Did I just hear one of the smartest sons of Vul- Hephaestus, say he couldn't understand a machine?"

Leo frowned. "Okay, you got me there. I'll do it when I get time."

Reyna wacked him over the head with a tee shirt. "Run the laundry machine, you idiot."

"But, Reyna, I'm watching Honey Boo Boo. You can't make me go clean clothes that will get dirty again in a week while the rednecks are jumping in mud and eating!" Leo protested, giving Reyna his best puppy dog look.

Reyna hit him again. "Get up, pause your stupid show, and do the laundry."

"Fine," Leo said. "But you're helping me."

"Fine then, you're doing it next week too."

"Deal."

"Oh my gods, how much clothing do we own?" Leo gasped. He waded through the unsorted piles of shirts, pants, and other things.

"Apparently a lot," Reyna observed. She reached down and picked up one of Leo's tee shirts. "Hunger Games? Really?"

Leo snatched the shirt away. "It's comfy," he defended. A wide smile suddenly spread across his face as he bent down to pick up something. "A mini skirt? Where's you get this, and why have I not seen you in it yet?"

Reyna blushed and yanked the shirt out of his hands. "It was a gift from Piper."

"Thank you, Piper."

Reyna hit him, again. "You better shut up and start sorting if you want to see another day."

"You say that like we're not going to spend all day sorting and cleaning these clothes. I don't see why we can't just go without them."

"Sort."

Leo sat down and began chucking the different colors into separate corners. "What about the black and white ones? Are they dark or white?"

"Dark," Reyna said, tossing a pair of jeans over his head.

"Watch it, that almost hit me!"

She threw a handful of socks at him. "Oops."

"Hey!" Leo tossed one of her togas at her face. "Duck."

Reyna pulled the toga off her face. "It's on."

Leo couldn't escape the torrent of clothes she immediately covered him with. He scooped up as much clothing as he could into his arms and tackled her to the ground.

"Pay attention, Rey. Just because the enemy is down, doesn't mean they can't get up."

Reyna smirked. "I should be the one telling you that." She reached behind her and grabbed the first thing her hands found and pressed it against Leo's face. "I hope you like the smell of gym shorts."

She rolled over so she was on top of Leo and slowly removed the shorts. "What an awkward position we're in. I'm pinning you, and you can't fight back."

"I have many tricks up my sleeve," Leo said coughing. "But you also have those shorts…"

Leo blew at a strand of Reyna's hair that was hanging near his face. "At least put your hair back so I'm not eating it."

"Suffer."

Reyna used her knees to hold down his arms and continued sorting clothes, making sure to toss the colors, AKA gym clothes and other things, onto his face.

"Rey," he whined. He watched as she leaned over him to grab whatever it was she wanted to throw on him. "Please let me up, I'll help."

"Sure you will."

"Okay, so maybe I won't be very good help, but I won't throw any clothes on you."

"Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"No, but I will try to hold back from pointing out weird clothes we have because I know we are both secretly in fandoms and that that clothing is hidden deep down in these piles."

"You sure about that?" Reyna lifted up a shirt and turned held it so Leo could read the front.

"Oh gods, that was from Annabeth," Leo yelped, grabbing for the shirt.

"What the heck does it even say?" Reyna turned it back towards her. "One minute you're munching a faerie plum-"

"Stop!" Leo made a wild grab for the shirt."

Reyna dodged. "The next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. What the heck is this? Wait, there's more. Not that this has happened to me before. Leo what have you been reading?"

"Just some Cassandra Clare book…" Leo pulled the clothing next to him onto his face to hide his blush. "They're just so weird."

"You're weird."

"Please let me up."

Reyna leaned down and put her elbows on either side of his head. "This is just really entertaining."

Leo scrunched his face up. "I'll burp in your face."

Reyna laughed. "I'd kill you first."

"Reyyyyyyyynnnaaaaaa," Leo whined. "Even though this is a interesting position," he raised his eyebrows suggestively. "I want up."

"Fine. But if you do anything, I'm locking you in the closet for 5 hours." Reyna stood up slowly and stepped back from Leo.

He jumped up, rubbing his arms. "I hope I never have to do that again."

"Finish sorting, we still have to wash them."

Leo knelt down and tossed the remaining clothing into the correct piles. "Okay, what do we need more? Whites, darks, or colors?"

"Well, colors are normal clothes, but jeans are darks, and whites are sheets. What do we need the most out of those?"

"It's a heat wave, so not jeans. And we need normal clothes, plus we're out of bleach. So colors."

"Good reasoning."

Leo smiled and began loading the chosen clothing into the washing machine. "Come here and help me."

Reyna hunted for the laundry detergent as Leo worked. She finally located the bottle of Tide. "How much of this do we need?"

"Uh, one capful I think."

Reyna dumped it into the slot on the side of the machine. "Set it to heavy duty."

Leo did as she said and pressed start. "Now what?"

"Now we wait."

45 minutes later, when the cycle read Wash, Leo noticed the bubbles pouring into the sink from the machine.

"Oh my gods Reyna look!"

"It's the dirty water, Leo. Don't touch it," Reyna warned seconds after Leo plunged his hands into the bubbles.

"There's no going back," he said before wiping the bubbles across Reyna's face. She didn't let him react to what he'd done before wiping bubbles on his face.

15 minutes later, after the washing machine had finished spitting bubbly water, Leo and Reyna were completely coated in filthy bubbles.

"I'm going to wash this off," Reyna said, leaving to go scrub her face till the water was completely gone.

By the time they'd both finished cleaning themselves from the bubble war they'd had, the clothes were ready to go into the dryer. Reyna loaded in the new clothes while Leo transferred the old ones to the dryer.

"Where are those fabric sheet things?" Leo asked. Reyna tossed him the box. Leo pressed on onto his face. "These smell so good."

"Leo! We've spent hours in here, just throw it in the dryer, and press start."

Leo threw it into the dryer. "And now, we press the button to end half of our time in this room." He pressed start.

"Great, only 3 more hours."

Leo groaned. "Remind me never to not clean clothes again."

"Please, this was a great way for you to learn your lesson. I only wish I wasn't dragged into it."

"Don't worry, I'll drag you into it next week, too.

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