Gin was relatively quiet in the car, it wasn't until they arrived at Effy's apartment that he made any real noise. And that was only the sound of him kicking off his boots at the door, a simple thud-thud sound. He liked this place quite a bit and didn't want to drag his dirty rain-soaked boots onto the floor, or worse, leave something that had to be cleaned up. He doesn't waste a second taking off his glasses and tossing them carelessly onto the kitchen counter along with his wallet and a few spare things he had in his pockets. Mainly scraps of paper, a few loose coins, and what appeared to be a smashed up bottlecap.

The tired feeling he had didn't fade as he had hoped, especially now that he was here. But regardless he quickly walked over to the washer and dryer, popping open the dryer lid and peering inside. A few things remained in here, mostly shirts and the alike. Reaching in he digs around and eventually grabs the dry cloths and carefully drops them onto the top of the washer. "Efffyyy. I am going to toss my wet shirt into the dryer, just want me to run a load while I'm at it?" 

Though as Gin says that, he was already stripping out of his rain-drenched shirt and tossing it into the dryer, digging into the pile of already dry cloths and thankfully finding his favorite shirt. It takes him but a moment to slide the utterly soft fabric on over his wet hair, letting out a soft sigh of relief as he glanced back towards the curtain covered bed. A bit of a frown forms onto his face as he looks down at his pants. Somehow they had managed to avoid getting drenched, mainly the very bottoms, which were already torn from being dragged under the soles of his boots. 

Shrugging though, Gin slowly makes his way over towards the bed. He stops short, plopping down onto the ground, resting his head on the edge of the thing he liked to call a 'giant floor pillow'. Though it was on a small rise and it really wasn't comfortable, he was not complaining as finally a soft, tired sounding sigh escapes him. He closes his eyes before speaking. "You know, we don't have to go today. Text-in sick. Lets just stay here and drink and watch cartoons. I can even call Izzy to bring over some stuff if you want."