Impatience costs him his clothes

Arron watched TV while trying very hard to not stroke his legs until it was time to transfer his clothes from the washer to the dryer. He also took the opportunity to toss his soaked shoes in there as well. He only needed about a half hour for a load of laundry to dry so it wasn't long before he checked on his stuff. He was annoyed to find that is clothes were warm but damp.

"Must have over loaded it a little bit," he said shoving them back in.

He set the dryer again and came back to warmer, but still damp clothes. His annoyance turned to frustration as he kicked the heat on again. He checked the time and he saw the repair guy was going to be there within the hour so he cranked up the settings.

"Of course of all days to have a repair man over I have to deal with this," he pouted as he went back to the TV.

When he returned again, the smell is what he noticed first. The burning filled his nose as he rushed over. Arron ripped open the door to the dryer and cloud of smoke blasts him in the face, knocking him on his butt on the cold basement floor. He would have yelp from the cold touching his bare backside but he was too busy cough from the smoke that invaded his lungs. Once he composed himself, he looked in. Luckily, there wasn't an active fire so the house was safe.

Unfortunately for Arron, the same couldn't be said for his stuff. All of it, even his shoes, were ruined completely. They were scorched and burned and everything was in tatters.

"This...*cough* isn't what I need *cough*... right now," he managed to say in a soft, breathy voice.

Running out of time, he dashed upstairs as fast as his long legs could take him to find something to wear that wasn't a skimpy bathrobe.