That seemed to set Jen off, Kyle's devil may care attitude with her panties, as he spread them across one of his thighs. "Oh, give me those," she said, her tone admonishing, as she closed the distance and snapped the panties out of his hand. Quickly she stuffed them back into the drawer and shut it with a wave of green from the star-shaped emblem on her palm.
Jen just rolled her eyes and shook her head. "All of your stuff is still here," she informed him and opened the bottom drawers where she had all of his things neatly folded. "Its not my fault you use your floor as one big shelf. I know it looks different all clean and stuff, but what did you want me to do?" Not bothering to wait for Kyle to make a choice, Jen picked the first t-shirt off the top of the pile and fwapped it at him, aiming for his head.
"You're ridiculous," she muttered to herself leaving the room to take care of the groceries she had forgotten about until just then. "Lets not even talk about how you're three months late, Kyle." Apparently Kyle's boss and his job woes was the least of his troubles as he had found himself from the fire into the frying pan, in the form of one ticked off sidekick.