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WHO: Tiger and Bunny, over and out!
WHAT: Dealing with a pesky laundry issue.
WHEN: A day after Halloween.
WHERE: The apartment laundry.

"Hey, at least you didn't have to stick with the dress because of this problem, eh Bunny?"

He's not entirely sure when he started dropping the "Lil'" portion. He's not particularly sure it matters, honestly; either way, if it irritates the guy, it's a bonus, right? Bunny just... feels a little more casual somehow.

He's got a large sack with him to snag whatever's causing problems. As to how they'll actually do that... eh, he'll wing it. He's not actually sticking with the guy on this job because he thinks he'll screw up. He just likes bugging him.

Besides, he gets the feeling this guy is alone way too much anyway.

"So I suppose you've got some super smart plan for this?"

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He's not sure why, but being called "Bunny" doesn't really bother him as much as "Lil' Bunny" does. Still, he responds with the usual, "My name is not Bunny, it's Barnaby."

And he sighs. "Frankly, in all the fuss, I haven't been able to formulate anything more than 'go in, capture whatever's causing this, and get out'."

...but he's definitely brought a lot of things with him, like a flashlight, which he is now holding in his hands. Never hurts to be prepared.

Bunny, Barnaby, close enough. "Well, gotta watch out. I get the feeling we didn't deal with too many monsters back home, so I gotta tell you that some of these things can be a real pain in the ass," he notes, hands behind his head. "Of course, if it's just messing with laundry, it can't be too bad. I mean, what self-respecting monster just stains your clothes?"

"True," he remarks, flicking on the flashlight. "Shall we?"

Kotetsu nods. Part of him wants to take the lead here, but hey, he's not the one with the flashlight. He does walk side by side with Bunny as best he can.

Mentally, he mulls his own wording of things. "We." Odd way to put it, now that he thinks about it. It's not like this guy's necessarily from HIS world now, is he? Just... again, something feels right about it. Well, he's sure something will piece together eventually.

He stubs his toe a bit and curses a little. Dangit.

Meanwhile, Barnaby is also mulling things over. He's sure he's been alone for a long time, and isn't really opposed to the idea of it either, judging from the way he goes straight home after a day spent outside, but he feels more comfortable around this old man than he is around anyone else. It's possible that they've met before, but it's also possible that he probably bears a resemblance to someone he used to know.

He can't really decide which he'd prefer.

"What's wrong?" he asks. Don't think he hasn't heard you through his thoughts, though.

Suddenly this little guy scurries in front of the two of you, some laundry in hand.

"Eh? Me?" The sudden appearance of the critter provides a perfect distraction. "Yeah, that's what's wrong! Hey, there it is!" He leaps forward, trying to snag it with the bag.

He immediately charges the imp as Kotetsu tries to snag it with the bag, so he can keep it in place while the other man deposits it into the bag.

The little guy was surprisingly agile as it jumps out of the way of both Kotetsu and Barnaby with an eep. It then heads straight behind a washing machine for cover.

Kotetsu facevaults in his attempt to snag the thing. "Damnit, slippery little bastard," he grumbles, rubbing his nose. "This is gonna be a real pain in the ass."

He sits, thinking. "Gotta be a way to get that thing..."

"You distract it," Barnaby says, staggering to his feet and looking rather unhappy. Dammit, he's sure these clothes are vintage! "I'll handle capturing it."

Still watching from behind the washing machine. It almost seems...scared.

"Why am I the one providing the distraction..." Kotetsu mutters. At the same time, he hands the sack to Barnaby. Part of him wants to be the one who gets the glory of the capture, and the other part doesn't seem to object to this secondary role. Odd.

He moves over to the washing machine. Huh. It doesn't seem too bad... "Hey, lil' guy. I'm not gonna hurt ya. Just come on out of there, will you?" Kotetsu asks, motioning for it to come closer.

Because you're the old man and he's more skilled than you. Of course he doesn't say this out loud, as he takes the sack and sneaks off to ambush the imp once it gets closer to Kotetsu.

The imp just shakes his head no and scurries farther out of reach, this time behind a dryer.

Swell. This isn't going to be easy. Gotta find a way to get it to...

Well, there's an idea, anyway.

Kotetsu walks casually up to the dryer, leans over, looks at it and, messing with some settings, turns it on. Let's see how it reacts to THAT.

Barnaby, in the meantime, will just be waiting in a convenient hiding place with the sack. It's going down.

Eep! The dryer turning on startled the imp, but other than the initial surprise it didn't move from its spot.

Worth a shot.

Next step: Move the damn dryer. Which he does -- after turning it off, of course. Come on, you little whatever, get outta there.

Meanwhile, he's sneaking up, trying to keep as silent as possible. If there's any light down here besides the flashlight it would reflect off his glasses and create a rather scary effect, like on TV.

Which there was, of course. Now there was a giant with glowing eyes slowly coming closer. The poor imp shrieks and dashes out into the laundry room, running into a basket full of laundry and having it scatter everywhere.

Crap. Well, at least while it's in there, it might be a little easier to... Hmm.

"Oi. Change of plans. You distract it for a bit. I got a bit of an ace that might help us catch the little bastard," he suggests.

He'd protest, but something tells him to trust the old man.

"Fine," he mutters, handing off the sack to him and approaching the imp. "Just don't mess it up."

To the imp, "I won't hurt you."

The poor thing is just shaking in fear at this point. It burrows under a pile of whites and...is that a similar cloak to what the imp is wearing? It is.

Is its focus on Bunny? Good. Steady... steady...

He glows blue, and suddenly moves a lot faster, springing over to the basket and darting a hand in to grab the little bugger.

What on--

...somehow he doesn't find this as surprising as he ought to. Maybe he does know the man.

And the imp was caught! It struggles for a few moments before crying out "Please! Please don't eat me!"

Ha! Victory! Hang on a sec.

"Oi, we never said anything about eating you. Just want you to stop messing with the laundry. Some folks need to wear that stuff, you know," he says, lifting the imp a little closer to talk to it face to face.

Yes, now he doesn't have to worry about his clothes being messed up anymore.

"Why would we even eat you, anyway?" he asks. "I'm sure there's nothing even remotely edible about you."

"But all the stories say that if you're caught by the giant monsters, they'll eat you!"

The poor little guy is just crying now. "I shouldn't have said I would do Brother's washing duty."

"Hey hey hey, we're not monsters! Just trying to keep the peace here -- wait, Brother?" Okay, the job posting hadn't mentioned anything about there being more than one of them.

"The old man has a point, we're only trying to keep the peace here. Where is your brother, anyway?"

...even when they're facing a monster (that, granted, seems more sympathetic now) he still calls him "old man".

"I dunno! He...He said he had something more important to do than cleaning the family's clothes! And that he would get me the Lavaball card I wanted if I did this for him!" He's squirming around now, trying to break out of the hold that Kotetsu has on him.

Well, the little guy says he's just cleaning them. But supposedly they were changing color, and...

Oh for the love of Pete.

"Your brother... when he made you do this, did he tell you about separating the loads?" he asks finally.

Oh, great. Not only do they have to possibly deal with an entire family of these things, they also don't have any common sense.

Of course he keeps his opinion to himself, instead saying, "Did you ask him what it was that he needed to do?"

"N-no. H-he just said to dump everything i-in any of the machines that had r-room. A-and he d-didn't say what he n-needed to do. B-But his friends w-were with him."

Poor guy is still shaking like a leaf.

Well, there's no real point in apprehending someone for poor laundry technique, is there? Kotetsu sighs, and chuckles just a little bit, setting him down. "Okay, see, it works like this. You got your light colors, your dark colors, and your reds, see..."

Congratulations, kid, you're getting a lesson on proper laundry methodology by a real live superhero. Aren't you lucky?

The other real live superhero in the room is just twitching somewhat, because really. All that preparation for something that didn't have the common sense to separate the clothes from each other? Jeez.

Well, at least the job's easy.

The kid manages to not bolt as soon as he was put down and listens carefully to the instructions. He nods quickly and grabs the laundry that was now done though. "I promise to be careful about it next time! Oh boy, no one will believe this back home!"

He scurries off towards a corner, before turning back for a moment. "Thanks for not eating me, old man! And you too, uncle!" The imp disappears into a shadow that wasn't there before and both vanish once he was through.

He sighs. "Great, now you got HIM calling me that," he grumbles. "At least we saved the day, in a way. Let's report this one done, huh?"

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DAMMIT I'M LATE.

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