What was more awkward than a strangely dressed man folding underwear at the Laundromat? A giant, naked monster could have been a good answer. Francœur owned only a small amount of clothing, which meant he had nothing to wear while washing his clothes. Not that it mattered to him; he had only begun wearing clothes recently. Furthermore, he was a flea, so it was not as if he was obscenely exposing himself.

It was hard to miss that bright red, but what was that costume for? Perhaps he was an actor. All his staring was rather obvious so should the man look his way, he would wave politely at him. Now back to that laundry. He absently stuck his purple tongue out from his mouth as he pressed a few buttons on the machine. In return, it obstinately buzzed back at him. How was this supposed to work? It was so complicated.

He could use some help, and well, that man in red did tend to draw attention to himself. He was the first person Francœur looked to, gauging to see if he would be willing.