A Parade of Stars
Door slid to a close...and clicked to lock.
And now that he was sure no one was going to see the...mess that was in his room, Shiro sighed and stood where he stood, hand on the top of his hip as his eyes wandered from one underwear to another...and thank God they weren't women's. But all this after a hard day's work? Way to go, Jubilee.
He set his briefcase down on the floor by the side of his desk closest to the door and slid his sunglasses out of his suit pocket to put on his desktop. A right ran through brunet locks before he finally started towards the scattered underpants to pick them up.
Well, it was not like this was the first time this...intrusion happened to him but he never expected anything so sudden and vulgar (and now that he thought of it, he should have). See, this was the problem if one of your best friends was a skilled teleporter: no matter how much you lock your doors and windows, there was no way you could keep her from prancing into your room and doing random things to it and leaving you to clean her shit unless your walls had some magical elements that prevented a mutated gene from working.
Which, obviously, Shiro does not -- and in any case, it wasn't like the professor would permit it just because Jubilee was mistaking his room for a mess hall. (And damn, he did his best to keep everything neat.)
He'll have to have Words with Jubilee...for the nth time.