Dirty Laundry

Date and time: 4 of August, 11:20
Place: Hope Gardens 6, Aston
Weather: Warm nice weather, slight clouds.
Clothing: White and lightblue summer dress
Dedicated to: @Ash

Taking care of a grownup child whenever they wished to visit always left Elisabeth with some of his stuff, some of it which he missed in the daily. It hadn’t been more than a couple of days since Aleks had stayed at Elisabeth’s place, and now Elisabeth got to the bottom of the laundry basket, and there was a couple of things that Aleks wanted back home. Besides from laundry, there was his phones charger which he had forgotten. Elisabeth had told him multiple times just to buy one that could stay at her place, but for some reason, he wouldn’t.
So now she stood by the front door for Hope Gardens 6 with a braided basket and a phone charger. She knocked on the door and folded both of her arms around the basket, waiting for the door to open. Slightly impatient, she looked towards the nearest window to the left, if she could see anyone approaching, but as she did that the door opened and she hurried to straighten up. “Oh, hey Ash,” she greeted the man of the house. “I hope I’m not disturbing you. Aleks just asked me to deliver some of his stuff,” she said and nodded towards the basket in her arms. She then looked straight into his hazel eyes, “He’s not home. Is he?”

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It was once out off almost never that Ash had the chance to sleep in. And after having worked so much more than he should the last couple of days, he had gotten a few days off. Which was well needed, because he needed the rest. So, he had been sleeping when he heard a knock on he door. But he hadn't fallen asleep in his bed, like most of the times he had collapsed on the couch, and no one dared to wake him up. Everyone knew, you didn't wake Ash up when he was sleeping, unless it was work related or life threatening. He sat up and looked at the time, he had gotten home around midnight last night from a late shift. The ER had been so busy lately. Ash got up from the couch, he had no excuse to not open the door, so he walked over there and opened the door looking at Elisabeth. Ash took a deeper breath in, he had no count on the many times that Aleks had told him to be nice to Elisabeth, because he liked her. And not seeing Jezebel that much, Elisabeth came in a close second. After the crash last year, she was almost like family, even if Ash still was warming up to her - like he did with everyone.

To be frank she was disturbing, but he didn't need words to confirm that. He took a deeper breath in, she was here because of Aleks? He narrowed his eyes a little confused, a folded his lips together trying to find his words. But kindness wasn't really in his face at least two yours after waking up and one cup of coffee after that. "Are you stu-" he cut himself off in a small sigh. "Aleks doesn't live here, you know that? He lives with Bash at Greenwell Street," Ash took a deeper breath in. "But you can leave it here, then he can come get it. Want a cup of coffee?" He asked and then turned around to walk inside letting her in if she wanted to.

Elisabeth clearly heard what Ash was about to say to her. No, she wasn’t stupid. Aleks had specifically told her to deliver it to Ash. Aleks was out with his girlfriend and Sebastian had his girlfriend visiting. There was no reason for Elisabeth to ruin any romantic evening for the boys. She had after all had plenty of them, she believed.
“I know,” she replied but didn’t really want to give him the details. He was a smart and busy man, so he probably could figure it out himself, and he had no time for such explanations, right? An even brighter smile grew on her lips as he mentioned she could leave it at his place and that he offered her a cup of coffee. It was a good sign that he invited her inside, right? “Thanks,” she said with a gentle smile and stepped inside, only to leave the braided basket somewhere near the door where it hopefully wouldn’t be in the way. She knew where some things were and had gotten somewhat used to how Aleks mentioned how his father never really spent time at home. She went into the kitchen and started to get the coffee going, so the machine could grind it and make some fresh coffee. She turned towards the tired looking and hardworking man. “Sit down, please. Do you want anything in your coffee?” she asked. She didn't really know how much he liked getting his coffee served, but he did really seem like someone who could use a little serving.

Ash took a deeper breath in as he walked towards the kitchen, yawned a little covering his mouth with the back of his right hand. Who could blame the guy for being exhausted with the crazy hours he worked time to time? Ash frowned a little bit just standing till, slowly lifting his hand up to place two fingers between his brows, massaging a little bit where he felt a headache tense up. Most likely from his shoulders, he really should get better at just collapsing upstairs in the bedroom rather than the couch. Sit down, Ash turned around watching as she just started brewing the coffee, he frowned a bit confused and for a moment he was about to argue with her, saying she didn't need to make his coffee - he was more than capable of that himself, but he was not in the mood. He just wanted his coffee, really nothing other than that. Ash just ran his hand through his hair, scratching the top of his head for a short second. He clearly wasn't used to people telling him to just sit down and wait - or maybe he was but just didn't listen that very often. "Just black," he replied and went to sit back in the living room, in one of the arm chairs still being able to look at her from out there. He sat down for a few seconds before heading out to the bathroom door on his left, and opened the water to throw a bit of water in his face. Just because his father was the God of death, it didn't mean that Ash had to go around looking like death all day. He dried his face in a towel before heading out to the living room again, sitting down by the arm chair again. "Thank you."

She saw how he looked confused. She raised her chin a little, almost ready for whatever he was going to say to her. When it seemed like he put a lid on the mouthful of words he could’ve said to her, she lowered her chin again. He ran his hand through his hair, scratching his head a bit. “One black coffee on the way,” she said when he finally told her how he wanted his coffee, with a wide smile on her lips.
When he left the room, she turned her attention to the coffee again. A black one for him, and a bit of milk in her own. With a mug in each of her hands, she almost met him, as he came out of the bathroom. She placed the mug with the black coffee on a table protector before she sat down across from him with her own mug. “You’re welcome. I guess it’s your day off and I woke you up?” she questioned him before she took a small sip of her coffee.