“ La naiba ! The blood got onto my favorite shirt ! ” -Charles ripped off his ruined blouse and decided to remain shirtless until he could find another. Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to find his shirts anywhere! They have all disappeared!
Oh no, Shojo had put them all in the wash. All of them. At once. On purpose. Without telling him. Whatever shall they do?
“Just be careful not to get any on your pants,” Shojo warned him, taking the bloody shirt from him and “accidentally” getting blood on his pants too. She gasped and dropped the shirt to help him out of his pants too.
“Whoops! I’m so clumsy. Let me help you get out of these too.”














