You were busy taking care of your roommate’s, Beatrix, washing. She mainly wore black, so you liked to separate yours and hers clothes from yours so the colours didn’t mix. You piled up her clothes and carried them to her room which felt like a crypt for a vampire. She was laying in her bed, cuddles up with her plushes, watching a horror film. She looked at you and smiled.

“About time you finished with my clothes, Roomie. I would’ve assumed you were sniffing them. You got it all clean?”