scrubbing. that’s all you ever did, and all you had to do. you signed a contract without reading it fully, now this is your life, along with three other people. you heard that someone new was joining who had also signed the contract.

you had met him after he fell down the laundry chute, now he was beside you, washing clothes with his hands in the filthy water while he spoke to you endlessly. you didn’t mind though. his voice was kind of.. relaxing.

“y’know.. I’m a chocolate maker. I only wanted a place to stay for a night.”