It was nine in the morning, the smell of nature passed through Kevin’s nose as the duo walked through the street, passing by homes, gardens, and unfinished roads.
Why am I doing this?
Kevin hit himself on the head softly, following behind Abel on their walk to Liqwee. For the cemetery party, Kevin wasn’t quite sure what to wear, so he decided to go for the same black tracksuit from yesterday.
Abel walked casually, something unusual. He always stomped or walked leaning forward like gravity itself was pushing him from behind.
Kevin thought it was a good change for him regardless.
Unlike him, Abel wasn’t wearing a tracksuit, instead, in a pair of blue jeans and a long yellow Hawaiian shirt with pink floral patterns that reached his palms.
Abruptly, Abel stopped walking for a moment, Kevin hadn’t noticed, and bumped right into the towering tiger. He turned around and looked down at Kevin, with a look of contempt.
“Kev, are you sure you want this? I know you talked about that whole Jack party thing or whatever-”
He can’t ever remember his name, can he?
“-but hey, maybe you can get to know my bud better. I’m getting paid to just sit in their dump, so that’s a win-win for us.”
Kevin looked down at the concrete pathway of the street. A squawk came from the distance, as a bird flew high in the sky into a dark tree by the duo.
“Just nod or shake your head. That’s about it.”
Kevin took a deep breath in and out, another breath in, another one out, another one in, another one out.
Kevin nodded his head slowly while in the middle of his breathing exercise. Abel gave him a small skeptical look, but he decided to let it slide.
Before long, the duo were at the entrance of Barnaby’s Bar just like yesterday. Abel stared at the door for a moment, reminding himself to pull it. Kevin watched Abel as he had a staring contest with the glass door.
He pulled it open, and let Kevin pass through. Abel shut the door slowly behind him, making sure the glass wouldn’t shatter from a hard return, with how thin it looked, a good smack could’ve shattered the whole thing.
“I was hoping you’d push again.” Said Barnaby’s voice from the intercom. The sound of speeding steps came as they ran through the wall of beads. Standing at the counter, Barnaby watched the two felines as they sat down at the counter.
Kevin gave Barnaby a long stare, noticing their new outfit. It wasn’t an eyesore of bad colors like last time, instead, in a fancy red windbreaker and a white wool shirt beneath.
“What’s with your zipper?” Abel asked, noticing an oddity in their jacket, the zipper was totally lost. How would he close it? Kevin pondered, joining in the theory craft.
“Broke off, I still look good, yeah?”
Barnaby turned around, walking back from the counter to show off their outfit. Kevin took note of their pants, looking like ones for a formal party. Darker than oil. Maybe even more than that.
“I’m not gonna answer that.” Abel said, holding in a laugh.
“Coming from Patrick Star over here. Why do you look like you’re going on vacation?” Barnaby fired back.
“Because I am. Bet ya there'll only be two people here today.”
“What do I win if you’re wrong?” Barnaby snickered.
Kevin gave Abel a hard staring, preparing to stop any attempts at being part of a deal again.
Abel let out a long humming noise as he thought for a moment. Holding his paw to his cheek, he looked around the bar for something to wager.
Long bookshelf with books that have more dust than Kevin’s apartment, some dying plant Barnaby’s definitely never watered…
He paused, looking at Barnaby again.
“Well?” They asked, circling a paw on the counter, leaning towards Kevin, while maintaining eye contact with the tiger.
“You get a week off while I ‘work’ here.”
Barnaby smiled wildly, reaching the end of opposite sides of their muzzle. They had to hold their tail from wagging to this easy win. Their excitement hadn’t gone unnoticed to either cats. Kevin laughed a bit, but nothing came out.
“And if you’re somehow right?” They suddenly asked, breaking the tension of their body acting by itself.
Abel looked towards Kevin.
“You decide, Kev.”
Barnaby and Kevin shared a look before Kevin looked at the fine wooden ceiling. Barnaby kept staring at Kevin as he looked around the bar.
I’m not part of this deal! Why are you throwing me in?!
“Clock’s ticking.” Barnaby said, standing up straight behind the counter, leaning forward so much nearly hurt their posture.
Abel looked at Kevin with weak eyes.
“You… got somethin’?” He asked in a hopeful tone.
Kevin shook his head with narrowed eyes.
“Real good communication here.” Barnaby interrupted, trying their hardest not to scoff at the situation before them.
Abel frowned, he wasn’t going to let Barnaby scold Kevin so freely. He thought about the nastiest thing he could ask…
“I get to pick five days where I can eat free.”
Barnaby rolled their eyes, twirling around to lean towards Abel. “Put me out of business, why don’t you?”
“You want the bet or not?” Abel asked with a smirk, he knew Barnaby couldn’t turn down anything they’d be challenged to.
“I can’t wait to watch the camera footage later.” Barnaby said, walking back behind the veil of beads. Their footsteps echoed a bit, but eventually trailed off.
Kevin kept watching Abel, as he looked back at his watcher.
“You… uh… excited for the party?”
No.
Kevin kept watching Abel silently with an awkward smile.
“Shake or nod, Kev.” Abel said, making sure he wasn’t answering the question in his mind.
Kevin shook his head.
“Yeah… I figured.”
Abel put a shoulder on the counter, before lying his face on it as a cushion. “I don’t want you dragged into anything, may-”
“III’VE GOOOT ITTT!” Barnaby cheered, dashing the beads to the side as they came back to the counter, holding a large book twice the size of the register near Kevin.
“You… what?” Abel asked, sitting up straight to examine the foreign object Barnaby dropped down onto the counter with a hard thud. Kevin could’ve sworn a crack formed on the marble from the landing.
“All the things people can order, break times, how to clean some areas, what to do when someone gets riley, the whole bar etiquette.” Barnaby twirled the book around, letting the duo read its olive green leather cover.
A Good Time
Abel shook his head, examining the pages as Barnaby began flipping through them at a fast speed. “You think I’m reading this?”
“When you lose, yup. You’ll really need it.” Barnaby answered instantaneously, as if anticipating Abel’s question.
Kevin leaned forward onto the counter, trying to read the contents of the pages, most of them were filled to the brim with long continuous paragraphs with little to no breaks.
Not even a single photo? Who would read this?
“I’ll uh… save it for after the bet’s done.” Abel said, beginning to regret what the two agreed to. “So…” Barnaby said playfully, whistling a bit before giving Kevin a long look up and down.
“You going like that?” They asked, looking back down at the book, as they closed and packed it beneath the counter. Kevin was shocked by Barnaby’s question.
“What does that even mean?” Abel asked for Kevin, as if reading his mind. “A tracksuit to a party?” Barnaby continued, pausing for a moment, deep in thought.
“And I swear you were wearing that yesterday too.”
Oookay, he doesn’t mind his business, AND judges people over the smallest things.
Kevin opened his mouth a bit, as if readying himself for a counter argument. Before he could muster up a word, Abel interrupted. “Nothin’ wrong with that. You’re going in a broken jacket and tuxedo pants anyway.”
Barnaby slowly twisted their head, looking towards Abel.
“And I look good.” They said through gritted teeth.
“That’s debatable.” Abel answered cheekily.
Barnaby groaned loudly, holding a paw over their eyes angrily.
“My point is, don’t you think you want a better outfit?”
Barnaby looked back at Kevin, Abel gave him a short glance as well. Kevin kept looking between the two, unsure who to focus on. “Are you saying no, Kev?”
No, no! I wasn’t shaking my head like that!
“I’ve gotta say, I didn’t take you for having bad taste, ‘Kev’”. Barnaby said, a small smirk visible on their face.
“Dude.” Abel said, narrowing his eyes in disapproval.
“I’ve got a great idea…” Barnaby walked out of the counter, and stood between the two. “How about we pick you another outfit in your closet, Kevin?”
Abel gave Kevin an awkward frown.
Is he trying to say I shouldn’t let him?
Silence swept the room, Barnaby stared at Kevin as he kept eye-contact with Abel. After a minute passed, Barnaby narrowed their eyes as they walked back behind the counter, and picked something from under the counter.
“Either way, Abel. You’re here now. I’m taking my bag to my apartment.” Barnaby pulled out a bag with a forest camouflage pattern, they plopped it onto the marble counter, and walked out to the other side of the counter yet again.
“Wha- Now?!” Abel responded. The cemetery party wasn’t till seven PM. Kevin wasn’t sure why Barnaby was leaving this early. Maybe he’s got chores at home or something. “Yes, now. I gotta get ready.” Barnaby said, picking up the bag with one paw, and wearing it like a purse.
“Kevin, would you like to come with me? Or stay with Abel?”
Easiest decision of my life.
“I think you should go with them, Kev. Get some time to know each other…”
Abel leaned forward onto the counter, as he pulled out the book Barnaby carried with ease earlier.
“While I get to know… this mess.”
But you said you’d save it for later!
Barnaby laughed a bit, holding a paw over their muzzle to silence most of it. Abel sighed, putting the book on the table, as he got off and made his way behind the bar’s counter.
NO! I don’t wanna deal with this… guy? They? WHATEVER!
“You heard the brute, cat. Follow me if you don’t like being lost.”
I have a name, dog.
Barnaby walked towards the entrance of Liqwee, swaying a bit to the left and right with each step they took. Kevin got off his seat and followed behind, slowly, as he accepted defeat.
Can’t even walk straight.
Before he knew it, they were both outside the bar. He turned around to look at Abel, still giving the pages a hard run for their money in a staring contest. He tried waving goodbye, but Abel wasn’t paying attention to the two leaving.
Not even a bye…
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Kevin turned around, watching Barnaby sifting through their bag, a few old white foam cups around them on the ground.
What’s he- uh… they… doing?
Before Kevin could ponder what kind of illegal things Barnaby could have in their bag, they pulled out a large polaroid camera, as dark as the trees, it had a few yellow accents similar to Barnaby’s fur.
“Here it is.” They said, lazily putting the bag on again.
No way! Is that a-
“Kevin.” Barnaby said in a cold tone, cutting off his thought. They spun around in a fast motion, looking at the white cat.
“Have you been to a party before?”
Do you think I’ve never gone out?
Kevin’s face frowned a bit.
Well… uh. Kinda.
“You gonna say something?” Barnaby whined, not wanting to deal with Kevin’s attempts at talking through telepathy. Kevin let out a low groan, and shook his head.
“Is that a no to being at a party, or talking?” Barnaby held a low smile, they shook the camera around in their grasp while waiting for a response.
You know I was answering about the party, smartass.
The two stood in silence, waiting for the other to make a move. “I can tell talking with you’s gonna be fun.” Barnaby complained, turning around and watching a car pass by.
Kevin rolled his eyes, watching the canine gaze at the traffic, Whatever he was focusing on, Kevin couldn’t tell. The wind howled, blowing as rough as Barnaby’s demeanor. Kevin had to adjust himself, making sure he wouldn’t topple over from his lack of weight for balance.
I gotta eat more.
“Alright, Kevin. We’re going to my apartment.” Barnaby said suddenly, the white feline almost lost in his train of thought to notice the golden retriever waiting on him.
He quickly caught up to Barnaby by running a bit in his walk, before slowing down back to a casual speed he was used to. Barnaby stomped with each step similarly to Abel, who caught it from the other is a mystery for another day.
Kevin kept his eyes on the stone concrete path as the two passed by a park. Barnaby picked up a small pebble as they approached the sign.
Misty Meadows
And threw it directly at the smudged “W”, the letter barely hung on to the green wall it rested as support. This sign had to be older than the two combined, why it hadn’t been replaced or fixed up is something only Abel and his interest in politics could explain.
Kevin watched Barnaby continue walking casually, the loud TINK noise still bouncing around in his mind. The pebble was long gone, probably in some tall grass inside the park.
“So, Kev.” Barnaby spoke up, trying to start some small talk for their journey. Kevin’s ears perked up, but he remained watching the ground. “How long you been in Tenyin?”
I don’t know. A year?
Kevin didn’t answer, the only sound present was their feet stepping on the ground as they kept walking. “Real interesting, made me really ponder that answer.” Barnaby sneered, filling in the void of silence Kevin gave them.
“How do you even talk to people? Do you just nod and stuff?”
Yes and no. And you’re asking me questions I’m not even answering if you’re not looking at me.
Barnaby looked back for a moment, still walking forward, noticing Kevin staring down at the concrete. They stood in place, allowing Kevin to catch up.
Before bumping right into them.
Why did you stop walking?!
“We’re here.” Barnaby gestured to an old concrete building up ahead of them, the stairs rotting and crumbling, moss growing on the side of the walls, and an AC hanging out of an open window with its innards spewing out in a long wire down.
Kevin walked back a few feet, trying not to be so close to the canine. He could’ve sworn he smelled something horrible off their body. “Come on.” Barnaby commanded as they walked.
Still holding the polaroid camera in their left paw, they snap a photo of the long wire hanging out from the AC, chuckling a little bit, kind of like a baby while being tickled.
Kevin blinked weirdly, trying to pay attention to the focal point of Barnaby’s camera muse. Before he could get a better idea, Barnaby pulled the bag around and wore it around their chest, putting the camera back inside.
“You should be honored, really. Getting in my apartment while not knowing each other even a BIT?” Barnaby started, a tirade so sudden that Kevin never would have anticipated. The two were already inside a dusty elevator by the time Barnaby was done droning on.
I don’t know if I hate this guy, or despise hi- they. Them?
The elevator door slid open, a ding tried to hum, but circuited out. Barnaby quickly stepped out, as they warned Kevin.
“Get out quick if you want to stay in one piece.”
Kevin didn’t know what they meant, but he decided to take Barnaby’s word for it. He quickly hopped out, and the doors shut almost instantly, almost grazing his tail.
“Almost became tailless there.” Barnaby laughed. Kevin didn’t smile, something like that would be terrible! What kind of person jokes about something so severe?
I wouldn’t want to end up like my sister.
Barnaby stood to the side as Kevin studied the floor they were on. He didn’t pay attention until the elevator finished, so making sense of anything now would be a hard job.
A single old window by every door in the hallway, with dusty welcome mats in front, as well as a small iron lantern hanging to the left of each oakwood door, standard samesy build.
Oh, this guy’s going through it.
“Done gawking?” Barnaby asked, walking down the hallway and fumbling with the handle of the very first door. “Damn thing’s jammed again.” They groaned, standing up straight and kicking into the knob.
The door swung open.
If you wanna make yourself easy for burglaries that’s how you-
Kevin’s angry thinking stopped as he peered inside of the apartment. Barnaby’s apartment almost looked one to one with Kevin’s, they have the same interior taste!
Kevin let out a quiet wheeze of joy. Barnaby looked over at him, confused as to whether he tried talking, or broke his throat. “You need water or something?”
Kevin gave them an awkward smile and shook his head.
“Okay.”
Barnaby walked inside, holding the door for Kevin to get in, once he did, they quickly shut it, and twisted a key in the knob. Pulling the hatch bolt to its locked placement, the apartment was secure, at least, as far as Kevin understands.
Kevin watched in awe as Barnaby went through a quick ritual of locking all the locks. Were they already locked before they burst it open? Maybe this wasn’t as ethical as it looked.
Looking around the apartment, Kevin noticed an old VCR sitting above a large box TV by a vintage black 80’s sofa. Barnaby tossed the green bag onto the far right of the couch, landing swiftly on the cushions.
Barnaby took off their red windbreaker, and put it on a makeshift clothing rack hung beside the doorway. They glanced over at Kevin, still looking around the room.
“Like the look? Got some of ‘em from old garage sales.” They flaunted, walking towards a beige doorway, at least, it looked beige, before they sweeped at it a bit and revealed how dirty it was. Barnaby twisted the circular knob, opening the door.
An instant waft of the worst smell possible came out of the room, it was… the bathroom. With a mixture between old dirty laundry and sweat, Kevin walked back to get away from the insult to his nasal passage.
“I’m gonna shower.” Barnaby said, slipping out of their tuxedo pants, leaving it on the ground. Kevin had a quick glimpse of their naked legs. Is he wearing a jockstrap?!
“Chill around or something till I’m done, after that we’ll look through some stuff in my closet.”
With that saying, Barnaby loudly shut the bathroom door. Leaving Kevin to his discoveries within the reminiscent apartment. He began by looking into the kitchen.
There was a counter island in the middle, with a few empty bowls stacked on one another, Kevin noted it to be an early morning dish wash and no time for putting them away.
For as dirty and horrible Barnaby comes off, the whole place was as clean as a sheet. Smelled like roses too, maybe some kind of air freshener.
Kevin decided to help himself to a glass of water and opened a mini-fridge resting on a counter by a shuttered window.
Empty.
Oh.
Kevin scanned the cabinets by the window for a cup, most of them plastic, they all looked like various cups you’d get from events, or as a free bonus. Not a single glass in sight.
At this point, I don’t even trust the water in the sink.
Speaking of sink water, Kevin took a deeper look into the faucet, most of it oxidizing into uglier patches from its sleek look, a bit of water idly tapped out and sunk into the drain.
Avoiding any more awkward discoveries, Kevin sat down on the black couch, various triangles of purple and yellow covering it in its nostalgic pattering from the cushions, to its legs.
He sat there quietly, nothing to distract himself with. He could’ve brought his phone, or taken a book from Liqwee, but those are things he hadn’t considered.
Or…
Kevin looked over at the green bag, curiosity besting him as he slowly reached at it. I just want to see for a second. He kept repeating in his mind, as he unzipped the bag, and pulled out the polaroid camera Barnaby was carrying earlier.
It was older than him, that much is certain, but looking at its model and base, it wasn’t as vintage as he first imagined. Maybe some kind of DIY project? There’s no area for the print to come out of once a photograph was taken, and it didn’t look digital or have anything electronic either.
Kevin stuffed it into the bag, zipped it up, and put it on the cushion.
Kevin decided to take this time to reconsider some things about Barnaby, reflect on some actions, how they present, and general thoughts.
Finishing their shower, Barnaby got out of the glass shower and shook off some of the water from the top of their head. They grabbed a cyan towel hanging off the top of the door handle, and rubbed themselves down.
They looked into a small set of clothes hanging on the edge of the sink, deciphering what’s clean to wear. They picked up an empty red shirt, sniffing it to determine whether or not it was a good choice.
It wasn’t.
Barnaby tossed the shirt back onto the small set of clothes, before picking out the jockstrap they wore before, putting it on, and unlocking the bathroom door with a swift click.
Kevin heard the running water halt, unsure of when exactly Barnaby would come out, since he could’ve sworn he heard the doorknob moving a few minutes ago, but there they were, the door swinging open as they stepped out.
Kevin watched as the golden retriever strode through the apartment in nothing but their underwear, disgusted. “Forgot to take clean clothes in.” They mumbled, walking towards a gray door and opening it. They walked in, leaving it clear.
Who would do that?
Trying not to put more of his unaware hypocritical commentary, Kevin looked back at the floor of the apartment, a hazel carpeting. Barnaby’s voice called out from the other room.
“Kevin, get in here!”
Oh God.
He stood up, hesitant to follow Barnaby into this new room. What with them in their underwear, he can only imagine the worst possible situations.
If this idiot tries fucking me…
He approached the doorway, glaring in to see a clean bedroom, the floor made from fine oak planks, with Barnaby’s old jockstrap laying on them proudly. He looked away, glancing at the eggshell textured pink walls.
Where… are they?
“Got dressed in something different.” Barnaby said, stepping out from their walk-in closet, wearing an outfit only comparable to some kind of 90’s skater. Splashes of pink, purple, and white zigzag around from the jacket and leggings.
Oh. Oh. OH.
Barnaby looked back inside the walk-in closet before paying mind to Kevin, realizing he’s staring at them again. “I should be calling you Gawkin at this point.” They sneered.
Embarrassed and angry, maybe ambgry, if that were a word, is what Kevin felt. The pure satisfaction in Barnaby’s face as they watched Kevin look away in defeat amused them.
“Alright, anyway…” Barnaby’s voice grew closer, as Kevin turned around, they were face to face with the canine.
“You can either look around for yourself, or I’m dragging you in like an angry mother.” They punctuated their sentence by putting a paw on Kevin’s shoulder.
Kevin flinched instinctively, not wanting them to get handsy. Barnaby walked back a bit, standing beside the birch doorway of the open closet door. “Your call.”
“Okay.” Kevin answered, speedily walking into the closet. Barnaby grinned confusedly, not expecting the white cat to talk.
Good thing I didn’t bet on that.
Barnaby entered behind, pulling the closet door towards them to shut it. Kevin watched, still debating their choices. A swift clicking noise, and Barnaby turned around.
If they locked it…
Kevin walked further down into his new environment, examining a purple jacket, as he picked it off its hanger, a pair of long purple candy-cane colored socks fell.
What the hell is this?
Barnaby leaned back on the door, letting their back scratch with the uncomfortable shutters jugging into their spine. Kevin tried to focus on his surroundings, a large variety of colorful clothes. Ranging from red, pink, yellow, and even brown, Kevin studied the strange choices in color variety.
“You look small, my stuff might be a bit too big, but it’s better than a tight fit.” Barnaby’s voice called out, as they snapped at the waistband of their jockstrap to give more emphasis on the tightness of their vanity.
Even extra small is too big for me, so- Wait, what even was that snapping noise?
Kevin shook his head. I’m not distracting myself in here.
He picked up the long socks, and compared them to his legs.
THEY GO PAST MY THIGHS!?
Kevin was in a stubble. He didn’t want to accept being short for as much as he was thin. But he couldn’t deny the fact that Barnaby towers over him easily.
Grumbling, Kevin put them on top of a shelf, folded roughly. He opened the purple jacket, trying to pull it on and get an idea for how it would look and feel on his body.
Is there a mirror in here?
Kevin twisted his head around, shooting looks at different parts of the closet with multiple sets of outfits available for the taking. Realizing his last option, he grumbled, as he walked back to the exit.
Barnaby whistled solemnly. “My graduation jack. Weird pick, but it kinda looks good on you.” Kevin mumbled inaudibly, trying to grab the knob Barnaby was covering.
They scootch a bit, covering the handle more, at the sacrifice of hurting their posture with the knob bumping into their back.
“You still need some pants, those ain’t workin.”
Kevin narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as he turned around and went off in search of better pants.
After what felt like forever, Kevin returned wearing some kind of pajama pants, a red and black flannel pattern. Barnaby snorted out of their nose, holding in a hard laugh.
“We’re not going to a slumber party, here, how about I come and help you pick something out?” Barnaby asked, holding their paw out as they attempted to grab Kevin’s.
He stepped back a few meters, frowning.
“Really? You WANT to go like that?”
Kevin nodded almost instantly, looking to end this stupid debate. “Your funeral, I guess.” Barnaby got off their back, no longer blocking the doorway. A few clicking noises echo, as the door swung open, the two walked out.
“Do you have a mirror?” Kevin asked, his voice and tone tired.
“Bathroom.” Barnaby answered with a grin.
Kevin shook his head and walked out of the bedroom, making his way to the bathroom he would hold his nose inside of. Barnaby sat on their bed, watching the cat pass by the pants they threw out earlier, before entering the bathroom.
Kevin fumbled with the knob, before clicking a small button the center of the circle, a small click came, and he tried turning it.
Locked.
Barnaby listened closely for the click.
Perfect.
They kneeled down to the floor, brushing around under the bed, before feeling a cold piece of glass. There. Barnaby pulled it out, their smartphone tight in their grasp.
Wait till Abe hears about this…
Texting away, Barnaby flaunted about getting the white cat to talk twice. The party wasn’t for a long while, but that didn’t stop them from figuring out some plans until then. Maybe take Kevin out to the park, or back to Abel at Liqwee, crack into him even more, the thoughts in this mischievous canine’s noggin was endless.
Kevin looked into the small square bathroom mirror, trying to see how bad the jacket and pajama pants combo was.
Not too bad.
Whether it was the odd symbol of a coffee cup and an angsty face, the colors complimenting each other, his disinterest in continuing to find better clothes, or that they were the only ones that properly fit him without looking like a toddler, Kevin was firm on this outfit being the one he’d go to the cemetery in.
But first…
Kevin looked at all the dirty laundry laying about in the bathroom, mostly shirts and pants, but he noticed a whole pile of different kinds of underwear. Ugh.
Against his better judgment, Kevin picked them all one by one, balling up all the clothes into one big pile, and shoving them onto the sink. He tried holding his breath for as best as he could while carrying these hazards, but eventually, began choking on nothing in his lungs.
He coughed roughly, gasping for a breath of air, inhaling the rough fumes of all the clothes on the sink before his muzzle.
UGH! NO! THAT IS DISGUSTING!
A knock came at the bathroom door. “Gawking, I need to use my lovely bathroom, are you done?” Barnaby’s voice called out in a mockful tone of a British person.
God, you’re pretentious.
Kevin pushed the button on the circular knob, unlocking the door. He stepped out, letting the high and mighty Barnaby enter. As they did so, they noticed the clothes on the sink.
“Cleaning up after me? That’s… cool.”
They shut the door.
The hell?