Clyde was running short on clean clothes. Heck, even Bryce's old outfit needed a wash. So began the same old routine: throw everything in a bag and take it to the laundry room.

It was soon after he'd set up shop next to the washing machine when he spotted a lone sock on the floor.

His first thought was to toss it in with his laundry. The next was of how the last time he'd picked up a random clothing article, it had turned out to be a person. Honestly, Clyde doubted even she was dumb enough to pose as a T-shirt in a public place again.

But just in case...

“I am going to throw you in the washah,” he said flatly, eying the sock he was holding with mock suspicion. “If you object, let me know now.”

"As a matter of fact, I do," came a deep, moderately androgynous, and slightly muffled voice, "I've already been in there once today."

However, the source of said voice was not any kind of ventriloquist, so it would be terribly easy to figure out that it was not coming from the sock, but from the doorway, where Kiva was casually leaning against the door frame. The scaled woman was dressed in a red T-shirt--modified, of course, with holes for her wings, which were slightly visible behind her--and denim shorts, an outfit that for her was synonymous with 'laundry day,' and she chuckled as she dropped her hand from her mouth.

Kiva had been up bright and early to wash both her clothes and any of the roommate's she came across, first making sure none of it was actually her roommate of course, and had noticed not long ago that one of her socks was missing. A simple retracing of steps, and here was a kid talking to it. Being in something of a silly mood, she hadn't quite been able to help the somewhat goofy announcement of her presence.

"That's mine," she explained in her normal voice, which was still pretty deep and androgynous. "I dropped it earlier. Thanks for finding it."

Clyde's cheeks flushed a tinge of red when he heard the voice behind him. The owner? A tough-looking dragon person. He blinked. Yep, a dragon person. It was funny how mutations like that didn't shock him so much anymore. Xavier's Sister School seemed to have that effect on its residents.

“Oh. Heah.” He held it up for the other mutant to take.

They now probably thought he was a looney. Or likelier, a kid playing make-believe. Clyde was going to make sure he didn't get labeled either.

“I'll have you know I wasn't playing around. You wouldn't believe what happened to me in heah once,” he tried to explain while starting to load the washer.

Kiva stepped forward and took the sock, grasping it carefully in clawed fingers. "Thanks," she said again, figuring the extra one couldn't hurt. She'd been more than willing to just turn around and head right on back to her room at that point, but then the kid decided to ensure she didn't assume he'd been playing. She hadn't necessarily thought that, nor that he was crazy--all that she had had go through her mind was that it would be amusing to interrupt the way she had--but what he said caused her to freeze in place.

Paige had said that it was a kid who had thrown her in the washing machine, hadn't she? And, while there were plenty of kids here of all ages, this was definitely a young-looking student, who clearly did his own laundry. Kiva frowned slightly, but didn't necessarily want to go and bite his head off when she had no proof.

Instead, she chased away the frown and cracked a small smile instead, much weaker than before. "Oh, I think I'd believe it. My sister's a shape-changer, so I can believe a lot of things."

Kiva realized that she could have said 'roommate,' but, if this was the right kid, then planting the thought that the shapeshifting T-shirt had a big dragon for an older sister seemed appealing. Paige may as well have been her blood-related sister, anyway.

Clyde paused. A shape-changing sister? Was the object shifter he accidentally threw in the washer that sister? Shaking his head, he reached into his bag and tossed a couple of shirts in. Nah, it couldn't be. The dragon person and the lady looked nothing alike. Besides, “shape-changing” was a broad term that could refer to quite a few mutations, his own included.

While Clyde was not a chatty person, the dragon mutant was still hanging around as if he or she wanted to continue what he'd intended to keeps as a brief exchange of words.

“I see. Let's just say I've been a little paranoid about objects left lying around. Sometimes, they turn out to be people...”