Tch, stupid- always hogging the damn washing machine. They don’t even check it when it’s time for them to.

Error mumbled to himself, sorting his laundry in his living room, folding everything and ranting to you to get his anger out. Somehow, something stopped his rambling, which was an item in his laundry that wasn’t his.

Curiously, he lifted it, only to see underwear, underwear that could only belong to you. He groaned in annoyance, and embarrassment, knowing he needed to give them back.