It's not often that the both of them are completely out of clean laundry, but the fact is that on this occasion they were both extremely busy at the same time and it didn't click that the other one wasn't doing laundry either until both their closets were bare. Aaaaaaand it's almost two in the morning.
And this is what leads to a pair of twins hauling an enormous laundry bag to an all-night laundry in the wee hours of the night.
"Does this place or does it not say 24-Hour Laundry?" Edie asks rhetorically. She peers in the window. There appears to be a tv flickering in the back. "It looks like someone's here...and I don't see any signs talking about closures..."
Nod. "If anyone complains we've got plenty of grounds to complain back. I don't wanna wear dirty clothes to class tomorrow."
Nod.
The streetlight flickers as she pushes the door open. The two of them haul the laundry bag in; Emily starts feeling around for the lightswitch as Edie drags the laundry to the side-loading machines in the back.
"...The TV is off now," Emily observes.
"So it is," Edie says, sorting the clothing directly into the washers. "I guess that means there's someone here--HEY! HELLO? I DON'T THINK THE LIGHTS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE OFF!"
"Apologies!" Calls a voice from the back. "I'm afraid I had a migraine, and had to turn off the lights for a bit."
The voice is a tall, skinny blond man who looks like he hasn't been getting enough sleep lately.
Maybe that means that the migraine is just an excuse and maybe it doesn't. Either way, it's not really any of their business. Emily wanders over to help Edie finish loading the washers and start them running.
"I need to go out for a minute," the man says after a bit. "Don't go into the employee-only areas or anything while I'm gone, alright?"
Mmmrf. They can't leave until their clothes are washed. But it's laaaate and they're tiiiiired.
Edie thinks she saw a vending machine.
...?
"Did he turn the television back on before he left?"
"What--oh, you're right, that's weird. And it's...static...what?"
"It's probably not actually our business," Edie sighs. She plunks change into the vending machine, retrieves two canned coffees, then stops at the tv to switch it off on the way back.
"Edie. What is that on the floor by your foot," Emily says suddenly.
"Hm?" She transfers one of the cans of coffee to the crook of the other elbow, bending down to pick up the speck of white.
...
"This is a tooth."
"We...would have noticed if laundry guy was missing a tooth that recently. His mouth would be full of blood. Right?"
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