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"... Thissss..."

Naja stared at the piles of dirty clothes, shaking her head over the complete disarray she was presented with.

"Thisss iss unacceptable, Sshehk."

Most particularly unacceptable about this was that there seemed to be no purpose to the disorder. If Shehk had been attempting to build herself a padded lair or den of laundry items, perhaps Naja would have forgiven this latest trespass. She wasn't even trying to scare anyone! And she wasn't a sloth demon. The gorgon sniffed disdainfully, prodding one particularly offensive pile with the pointed toe of her right boot. Her own (smaller) bundle of laundry was carried in a laundry bag at her side.

Casting a (sunglass shielded) glance in her friend's direction, shaking her head and causing her cobras to burst into a fresh round of hissing. "Unacceptable." And, if Shehk asked, Shehk had, after all, left the door open. Naja had simply taken it upon herself to let herself in. Which really shouldn't have been a big deal. It was laundry night, after all! But even though it was laundry night, the Pricolici shouldn't have had this much laundry to do!

"How will you find anything in thiss messss?" The question ended in a disapproving hiss, and Nag slid down from his perch tucked in against Naja's breast to examine the deplorable state of affairs. With his mistress in a state, his hood was flared aggressively, and he too hissed. "Your uniform had better not be in there." That was definitely not phrased as a question, but rather as a deadly warning.

Coming from a gorgon, 'deadly' probably ought to be taken seriously.

"Whatever," Naja said dismissively of the laundry. Then she put her hand on her hip impatiently. "Ssshehk, the clothing ssshould have a place in your clossset. But let'sss make a night of it, okay?" There were a ton of things they had to talk about anyway, in preparation for the FEAR season. And there was the fact that eating eye scream wasn't nearly as fun on one's own. She tossed her hair, and a cobra hissed, disturbed from its rest. Nag slithered against her clothing, looking between his mistress and the interloper, before finally making up his mind.

The cobra delved beneath Naja's shirt to pay court to snakebra, which got him pulled right out. "Nag, ssstop that!" Disgraceful serpent! There was an irritated hiss to the gorgon's tone, and she suddenly felt grateful that all the cobra could do was nudge at snakebra, as it would have been entirely awkward if the stupid thing had tried to mate with it, or something. Entirely awkward.

"I have sssome moviess in my dorm that we could watch asss we fold the laundry," Naja said, adjusting the way her laundry bag sat on her hip. "But what flavor of eye ssscream would you like? Blood-n-Bury? Catacomb?" She ran through a quick list, as she hadn't procured any other flavors, just a handful for them to choose from. "Perhapsss... Ssspider Crunch?" That one had little chocolate spiders in it, and was one of Naja's old favorites.

It wasn't that she didn't appreciate a properly messy den. No, on the contrary! But how would Shehk ever attract any boys without that good old coffin smell? Or, Naja's personal favorite, fresh earth? There was even a laundry detergent that smelled like bloody goblets of meat! That had to be perfect for a Pricolici, right? Of course right! She was hardly ever wrong, after all. ... Although they might consider deadly nightshade detergent. That was sure to kill any sentience in Shehk's laundry.

There. She had Shehk hook, line, and sinker-- although what that phrase meant, Naja could only guess at. Maybe it was a human turn of phrase that she'd heard from one of her parents. ... Hmmn. She just couldn't be sure. But anyway, she had Shehk's cooperation, and that was all that mattered. As Nag attempted to sneak back into her shirt, she hissed at him, and like a petulant child he went to hide in her hair. She would've rolled her eyes, but for the fact that surely her friend wouldn't know why.

"Of coursse eye ssscream. It'ss not going to hurt usss, after all. We'll get plenty of exercise during practice." A little bit of sugar went a long way. She'd acquired an assortment of fingerfoods (including lady fingers-- no, the real kind!) that she wanted to try out while they were busy with their laundry, and had rented a couple of movies to watch on the skelevision. Some of the petit fours she'd picked out seemed to actually have blood sugar frosting, and that had looked to die for.

Most likely, someone had. "Oh yesss, it iss the besst." Her favorite, and if Shehk shared that opinion, well! That was all to the good. "Hmmn. You have a point. It'sss not assss though we will have endlesss free time, once sschool hass ssstarted." And they needed to have some ghoul talk, after all. There were boas to discuss, and Naja had an inkling that Shehk had a secret in that regard. She planned to ferret it out soon enough.

"Try-outsss will be sssoon, I sshould think. Once there are enough ssstudentss for it. We ssshould work out a sschedule." So that they'd be prepared, of course. It paid to be early, after all. The early worm catches the corpse, as it were. They were almost to the laundry room now, and it was just as well, because Naja's hair was being rebellious. Irritating cobras! Why did they insist on being so sour? She was busy. It was not like she had time to burnish their scales.

"No point at all, of courssse," Naja said rather smugly, sorting her own clothing out neatly. Hmmn... probably the deadly nightshade, after all. It did have the most alluring fragrance! Really, it was ever so refreshing to pal around with a ghoul who had adder enjoy herself than worry about being as skinny as a skeleton-- and she knew a few of those, too! But they were no match for Shehk, no, and certainly they had nothing on Naja. Carefully, she slid the snakes out of her undergarments (no sense in drowning those, after all), and set those back into the bag, to be handwashed later. They were tame snakes, so they wouldn't go wandering away, or eat each other. She'd trained them out of such bat habits.

"Pssshhh, asss though we sshould care if anyone mindss," Naja said haughtily, tossing her head and setting her cobras to hissing furiously. They hated when she did that. Really, truly. Gathering up her choice of detergent, she got a load of wash going, tapping her foot absently. She tended to move whenever she could, restless when standing in one place for an extended period. "I think you should use the deadly nightshade too, Sshehk. It will kill any sssentient clothing right away."

Like they needed living clothing! Well, aside from Naja's underthings. Those needed to be alive. How else would she adjust her bras, hmm? If they weren't alive, they certainly wouldn't listen to her whisper when she needed a little more cleavage. Certainly, no un-living brassiere would be able to properly display her... errr... assets, and mold to whatever shape she needed. Sometimes, she wore the snakes alone, but she'd never told anyone that.

Tapping her hand on the washer lightly, she chose another for herself, and dumped the other load of wash into it. "Oooh, quessstion! Have you found a date for the Moonlight Masssque?" Of course Shehk had, right? Shehk was Shehk and... okay, Shehk always forgot to wash her clothes if not prompted, and maybe needed a little looking after. In other words, the likelihood that she had lined up a date was rather slim. Still, it was worth asking about. They were ghouls, and what did ghouls have to talk about if not boas?

"... Hnn, yesss. We'll have to make plansss for Ssspiritss-Week." Along with everything else, of course! They had quite a lot on their plates, really. Between their FEARleader duties, and school, they would be hard pressed to find time for anything else. Which didn't account for socializing, or two more clubs. Who in Jack's name had time for all of that?! Not Naja, to be sure... but she was going to have to make time. It was important to her that she be able to keep her captaincy, which probably meant being active outside of her favorite club. Boo!