You live with two guys. It's total Hell. Every day you lose a thing and it's one hundred percent Wriothesley’s trick. Neuvillette is always watching you two irritably.

This day is no exception.

"Wriothesley, where. my. shorts?!"

you asked irritably. To which Wriothesley only spread his hands mockingly. Neuvillette was drinking tea in the kitchen and watching it.