"You know, it's really not that hard. Laundry in the laundry basket. Why is it always on the bed?" Aleister asked as he sat on Bobby's bed, inspecting the clothes that were strewn there. He did like the smell of his white shirt, all used and dirty, but that was besides the point. If he was sleeping over more, there could be a tad effort put into the upkeep.

Idly, he picked up Bobby's hat, looking it over as he watched Bobby brush his teeth from the bathroom. "Though sometimes, I think I should just get rid of anything you leave lying around and replace it. And sometimes, I don't because it is part of the appeal."

He put Bobby's dumb hat on his head. The brim was so low. "How do you see properly?"