Room 215, Wednesday Evening

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith had had a long day already. She'd had Cultural Appreciation and then...yes...cheerleading practice. Now? Now she'd hauled out the contents of her closet (she still needed to retrieve the rest from Blackagar's) and was sorting everything into two piles, taking over her bed and her desk: suitable for wear in cooler weather, and not.

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[hotmugofstfu]

With no siblings around and Lockjaw happily chewing on something he didn't want to know about in the stable, Blackagar felt it was a good time to go check in on Medusa.

With a knock on the door, he poked his head on in.

[nohaircutsplz]

If he thought the inevitable had finally happened and her closet had exploded, it wouldn't be that surprising.

Medusalith looked up from the dress she was holding, internally debating whether it was heavy enough to continue wearing a little longer, and smiled. "Blackagar!"

[hotmugofstfu]

...was this an invasion of clothing?

Look, it was a legitimate concern considering Fandom's little quirks.

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith frowned at him. "No. With the weather changing I need to move from my summer wardrobe to my winter wardrobe." Obviously. "I need to get the things I left in your closet, as well."