^_^ Real Life strikes again!
Author: Em (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Warnings/Labels: Nothing to warn about here. How often does that happen? Fluff.
Archived: www.gwaddiction.com under Lys ap Adin, et al.
"...Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine?!"
Scowling now, he carefully sorted through the neat stacks of his clothes, lifting each perfectly folded shirt to peer beneath it. He unfolded the jeans and shook them out.
Nothing. He refolded the jeans, and set them aside. He unfolded the shirts, shaking them out as well. Still nothing.
He regarded the stacks of briefs, and shook his head. There was no way. Still, thoroughness demanded they be examined too.
He lifted the laundry basket. No, not under there. He retraced his steps from the living room to the laundry room. No, nothing there, either. He opened the dryer, and looked inside. Empty. He removed the lint trap, absently cleaning the lint from it and depositing it in the wastebasket. Nothing there, either.
He traced the path from the laundry room to the bedroom, eyes glued to the floor. He investigated the now empty hamper, the floor beneath and surrounding it. He inspected the rest of the bedroom.
Frustrated, Heero planted his hands on his hips and demanded of the air, "Where the hell do my socks go when I put them in the dryer?!"
^_^;; I'd like to know too...