tearitar asked: spy/spy - t-shirt

Even a couple fans folded from old magazines can’t stifle the heat in the laundromat. With breezy cotton t-shirt, shades over his mask, and a sort of tropical drink in hand topped with a tiny umbrella sequestered from somewhere, Red is weathering the heat of laundry day relatively well.

Blue, sweating like a pig in his last clean suit, can only glare miserably at Red and mutter, “At least I don’t look ridiculous.”