fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Late Saturday Afternoon.

Chad didn't exactly particularly want to go to the common room right now. He kind of wanted to stay in his room, where he had noticed that there were things cleaning. It was very nice of those things, really, to be cleaning his room for him, but he felt bad, just sitting there with his guitar as they cleaned, and so he tried to help them out.

They ended up chasing him out of the room instead, seemingly not being in the slightest bit interested in his help. He supposed magical scrubs and brooms and brushes didn't need his help, but it felt kind of rude of them to exclude him like that. It was his room after all.

Still, he relocate to the common room with minor mutterings, Prince Oscar Pedro on his shoulder as usual, and tried to think of what he could do in there. He discovered more cleaning things...cleaning in here, too. He hoped maybe these ones, especially since, with the kitchenette, they would be a little more likely to let Chad help, but they seemed pretty against the idea, too. Frowning at them, Chad and Prince Oscar Pedro decided if that they couldn't help by cleaning...they would help by giving the supplies things to clean.

So if anyone asked why Chad and his cat were going around, making messes on the counters or upturning couch cushions onto the floor, that was the reason why.

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After leaving her room to be scrubbed down, Brooke was more than happy to get a couple floors away. However, when she got to the third floor common room, she noted, "You dropped something."

Chad, who had, much to Prince Oscar Pedro's annoyance, been scattering pillows a bit too closely to the kitten for the kitten's comfort, straightened a little at the sound of Brooke's voice and regarded her with a bit of confusion at first. Then, glancing around, he realized what she might have meant and shrugged. "Don't worry," he told her, "either the dustpan or the broom with the arms'll get to it eventually."

"So it's not just me!" she said, with a note of ha! to her voice. "They got you too, huh?"

"Yup," Chad grunted, frowning at the scrub brushes going to work on the eggs he'd smashed, after Prince Oscar Pedro tried to smash them, but only ended up rolling them around a bit. "None of 'em would let me help, though, so I thought I'd help in a way they couldn't argue with, by givin' them more to do."

"That's pretty ingenious," Brooke decided. "I mean, I'd hate to see what they're like when they get bored, you know? Need help?"

"Sure," Chad nodded, flinging another cushion across the room. "These guys are good, so the more hands making a mess, the better. Maybe they'll even feel challenged."

"Okay." She looked around the room for something she could do that would challenge the cleaners without getting anything on herself. So she filled a glass with water and promptly dumped it on the floor.

"Ooh, I think that's a hazard," she reconsidered too late.

Chad eyes the wet spot on the floor with a frown, as if he didn't understand what she meant at first, and then shrugged. "We can warn anyone about it if they come in bef--"

He stopped, blinking, as a mop had already scurried over to start soaking it up. He shrugged again. "See? Already being taken care of. Told you there were good."

Staring after the mop, she asked, "Is it me, or has this week just been weird, even for here?" And then she dropped the cup, just to see what would happen. As it was only plastic, it got swept away.

As Chad knelt down beside a scattered cushion to help Prince Oscar Pedro beat all the dust out of it and send up a bunch of clouds to eventually settle, he looked...well, he looked as he always looked, but there was a slight tilt to his head to denote thoughtfulness. Finally, he seemed to shrug with a conclusion, "Haven't really noticed. But I've been here a lot longer, so maybe I just don't notice anymore."

"If there comes a day I start to not notice, I think I need to transfer to a new school," Brooke said thoughtfully, trying to step over a rag that was intent on polishing her shoe. "Do you mind, I'm wearing that," she told it.

"It just wants to make sure you look your best," Chad said, sympathizing with the cute rag, although part of it might have been out of feeling bad that, back in his room, a few brushes had tried to take to his hair, and actually had to just give up. He frowned, slightly, as Prince Oscar Pedro jumped back and hissed at a scrub brush that started to think of paying attention to him now, too. "You don't think I should be worried, do you?" he asked, warily watching the brush and his cat. "That all this just seems so....normal?"

Yes, she did. "I think it means you've been here a while," she said diplomatically.

Watching a pair of sponges get to work on the sink, Brooke said, "I'd sit back and let them have at it if I didn't think they'd start trying to sweep me away."

"Only if they thought you were in the way, I'd think," Chad offered, congenially, although he had to admit, his attention was almost entirely devoted to the building showdown between his hairless kitten and that soaping scrub brush.

Finally managing to step over the rag for the time being, she asked, "What's going on over there?" and moved to get a better view.

"Potential trouble," Chad answered honestly enough, frowning as Prince Oscar Pedro started to circle around the scrub brush. "Cats and baths are natural enemies, I think. I should have known this was going to happen."

Brooke tilted her head as she watched. "Bet's on the cat. It looks like it can rumble."

Chad grinned slightly. "Course he can," he replied as he straightened with a swell of pride, "he's my cat."

His shoulders sagged very soon after, though. Watching the two of them, he had to admit he was worried and he sure hoped Brooke was right.

She thought it was kind of a scary-looking cat, but she knew better than to tell its owner that. "Go... kitty- what's his name?" she asked.

Chad stared at Brooke for a moment, although most of that was mostly out of shock at himself that he had been so careless as to fail to introduce his kitten to his little sister. He was slacking off so much lately!

"Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun," he told her once he resolved that he'd start being a better bigger brother. Again. He resolved that a lot.

Pause.

"The Third."

"Tell me he's got a crown somewhere," she said immediately.

Chad's shoulders slumped a little more. "He doesn't," he admitted.

And then they straightened a bit as he turned toward Brooke. "You should design him one."

"I was gonna if your answer was no," she assured him. "I'm a good little sister here."

"He'll be a lucky kitty," Chad said, and then winced back slightly as a hiss slipped out of Prince Oscar Pedro, his paw darting out for the scrub brush; the scrub brush slid back and bubbled a bit more. It was interesting, a wince from a guy as burly as Chad, and he was frowning with worry. "'Though, I think we'll be lucky if we can get him to wear it."

"He can still have it as a title thing," she said, watching the cat vs. brush battle. "I know I'm not gonna try."

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