[That's certainly an interesting way to phrase... all of this. Alec makes a noise of acknowledgement (and gratitude, honest!) at the offer of detergent, and starts emptying his own basket into his chosen washer. No need to separate the load, he'd honestly love if the neon pieces dull some during the cycle.]
It wasn't me. [Alec was too paranoid and V got tired of waiting on him to admit to the futility of their situation, so. Regardless of Alec's reluctance to give into the demands of a strange dream and stranger note, blood was indeed donated to get them both out of that room.] I try not to put my blood into magic I don't understand. [What a weird way to thank someone else for bleeding so he could be out here, doing his laundry. Listen. Would Alec have liked to starve in that room trying to think up other ways to get out? No. But it's still galling to have been in the situation in the first place, let alone have to acquiesce. Shadowhunter pride, and all.
When Daryl just has the two pieces left, the vest in particular catches Alec's eye. He distractedly finishes with the detergent and sets his machine to start, leaning his hip against it so he can see what the guy is doing while he settles in for the long wait. He probably should have brought a book, or something.]
Why angel wings? [Normally, he's not one for small talk. But normally he's also not stuck in the 80s with no responsibilities and, regrettably as he's discovering, no actual hobbies either. Sorry to Daryl, who now gets to deal with the only thing he has left: his nosiness.]
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It wasn't me. [Alec was too paranoid and V got tired of waiting on him to admit to the futility of their situation, so. Regardless of Alec's reluctance to give into the demands of a strange dream and stranger note, blood was indeed donated to get them both out of that room.] I try not to put my blood into magic I don't understand. [What a weird way to thank someone else for bleeding so he could be out here, doing his laundry. Listen. Would Alec have liked to starve in that room trying to think up other ways to get out? No. But it's still galling to have been in the situation in the first place, let alone have to acquiesce. Shadowhunter pride, and all.
When Daryl just has the two pieces left, the vest in particular catches Alec's eye. He distractedly finishes with the detergent and sets his machine to start, leaning his hip against it so he can see what the guy is doing while he settles in for the long wait. He probably should have brought a book, or something.]
Why angel wings? [Normally, he's not one for small talk. But normally he's also not stuck in the 80s with no responsibilities and, regrettably as he's discovering, no actual hobbies either. Sorry to Daryl, who now gets to deal with the only thing he has left: his nosiness.]