Erin let out a long breath through her nose, scrunching it lightly as he turned around. Well, fine. Her lack of filter was only making things awkward, so she might as well just shut up and finish his laundry. Standing and realizing she wasn't as woozy as she thought (oh, hell, she was saying all that stuff on her own, bleh), Erin crossed and smirked up greatly at Rafe.
"This one's for colors," she said, pointing to the one that read 'colors' and Erin leaned across the top of the washer to push it for him. Maybe this was why Devon still did his laundry, Rafe simply couldn't. Which was a lie, but he was too nice to force laundry on his sister, so maybe it was---well. She didn't know. Maybe he was just so nice that people offered to do it for him.
Or maybe he was just a silly boy who didn't know how to do his laundry. Erin turned around and leaned back against the washer which was now running behind her, half a grin on her face.
"Just don't open the door this time."
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