Laundry & Preparation
Stepping down from the stool it used to reach the washing machine, Claire stretched for a good amount of time while it was still in the laundry room. Rubbing itself all over, a grin crept across its plushy face as it felt the burning heat moving through it. It felt a feeling that was best described as the plushy equivalent to hunger, which grew as time went on, so put away the stool and stepped towards the stairs.
Walking out of the room it went up the stairs, coming out in the kitchen and looking briefly towards the living room, able to see her little girl sat in the chair. Seeing she was okay, Claire waddled her way over to the cabinets.
Stretching up and taking some bread out, it stood there and “ate” a few pieces, stretching every so often. Eventually satisfied, it set the loaf back into the cupboard, and started to wash the dishes. After those, two, were done, it set about rearranging the kitchen, setting everything it deemed too “dangerous” or “risky” on the highest shelves, and all the smaller plastic cups, some plates, bowls, and a few other things low where Nessa could easily access them.
The same went for snacks. Anything that needed cooking went up high first, whereas crackers and crisps and other snacks went on the lower ones. Nothing too healthy, Claire noted, and started to write down a list of things to pick up at the store on a notepad which stuck to the fridge with a magnet.
List done, Claire peeked its head in on Nessa she stood by the door back down to the laundry room. Nessa was quite obviously only pretending to scroll through her phone while new, more childish cartoons played. Happy at the sight of the girl seeming to enjoy shows it approved of, Claire then thundered its way back down to the laundry room, and sat down in the middle of it.
Squishing and tugging at it’s legs, it glowed all over as it gently massaged itself. Holding a paw up to its mouth, it gripped a portion with it’s maw and tugged. After repeating several more times, it wiggled its newly-formed paws as it was ready for the final step.
After some time, she had finished molding her body for now, and lifted herself off the ground, walked up to the machine which had finished. Transferring the first load to the dryer, she put a new load in and set it to run. With the two loads running concurrently, she took this time to sweep the floor in the room, and generally do some basic tidying up of the messy utility space.
Making note of the haphazard manner in which various cleaning products were stored, it located a suitable closet, dusted it out, cleaned it down, wiped it dry, and stocked it with several of the containers.
Eventually, while it wasn’t completely finished tidying, the wash and dry cycles finished, and it took them out. Piling the dried clothes in a laundry basket and setting the wet ones to dry, Claire returned upstairs.