" Why is he afraid? " she questioned.

I went to my closet, found a shirt and some blue jeans and placed them on the bed. "There's un-underwear in the dr-drawers if needed." I said, then went out of the room and closed the door so that he had some privacy.

"He always had a fear of being alone. Apparently, you look like someone who tried to kill him," my test subject said. I attempted to kick myself, but fell onto the floor instead. I rolled up into a ball.

(Oh, and Good Night. Got to get off, I'm falling asleep.)

"Thanks." I said quietly attempting to hide my slurring words. I got dressed hurridly and walked out cautiously. "What do you want me to do with the pants?" I asked.

(two things. One, replying tomorrow. Two, he is not supposed to be chained.)

(also, pinging self to reply tomorrow.)

(Not trying to sound mean. (not meme, dang I'm practically asleep))

(Goodnight!)

" Well, can you please explain to him i'm not that person? "

(Okay. Sorry bout that I'm tired too)

"I don't think he'd believe you," my test subject said.

"Are y-you sure y-your not?" I asked from behind the test subject as I stood up.

"I think he means do you have an alibi." said the test subject.

(I'm gonna call the test subject Bob from now on)

(lol)

" Well, I just arrived here today. " She said. (I think.)

(It's okay)

"Uh, E-Elise?"

Elise walked to me, flicking her cat tail and glaring at me.

"I said no testing on me today." she said.

I handed her the pants. "No, I just want you to wash th-these."

She glared some more. "Fine!" she huffed, stomping towards the laundry room.

"I'm sorry. Elise doesn't l-like me, but she puts u-up with me." I cleared my throat and forced my voice to stay steady. "She probably thought I wasn't gay."

I hit myself. Stupid, stupid! Now he's gonna know that you might get to like like him