Wash the clothes at the laundromat herself. The fastest option overall.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Who would be out and about at this time? That laundromat was always quiet, but this early in the morning? It'd be a ghost town. Futaba decided to roll the dice. She gathered up all the clothes in one giant pile, stuffed them into a basket, ensured her towel was super-duper-ultra secure, and... then proceeded outside, fending off a brief shiver at the breeze. Just a brisk walk. She hurried across the street, and within mere moments, she was at her destination.

"A new record." Futaba snickered at her own brilliance while she shoved all the clothing into the machine, added the appropriate amount of detergent, slammed the door shut, and... she paled at the sudden realization that she wasn't nearly so smart as she thought.

The girl had nothing more than the towel to her name, which also meant...

"Oh, dammit..."

No coins.

"Crap... crap crap..." She began to rotate in circles, tapping at her sides in an irritated display. Think, girl, think!

Futaba had ****. She had to...