The ONE thing De'Quan wasn't looking forward to when coming into the Mad House, was having to constantly do his own laundry. He usually had.....certain people take care of it for him back home, but at the same time he knew he could take care of it whenever he had to. All the folding and bending always seemed like tedious work to him but, despite that, he had made his way over to the washer and dryer to unload some laundry.
Damn, he thought he was the lazy one in this house but most people just let their clothes sit here all day...ahem. Anyways, as he took some of the clothes out, he found Harley's shirt that she'd thrown at him the other day. He let out a sigh as a frown rested on his face. He folded the shirt as neatly as he could and made his way up to the 2nd bedroom.
As he opens the door, he spots Harley and Jay chilling together and walks up to Harley, placing the folded shirt at the edge of....her bed?
"There ya go." Without so much as waiting for a response, or even a thank you, he turns around and leaves, closing the door behind him.