Me: //watching her clean her room, feeling a little bad that I'm unable to help// Now this is the part where I stand awkwardly because I can't get down there to help you because there's not enough room..

Dez: That's okay! I have really good cleaning skills from years of cleaning my room! //smiling, stands from squating and grabs the broom//

Me: //smiles too, thinking maybe she was going to do something... reasonable(..?)// Oh? What's that?

Dezeray: THIS! //battle cry, shoves everything in front of her abruptly under her dresser// If it fits, it belongs there!! //laughs//

Me: //eyes widened, shocked, then slowly hangs head in defeat//

Dez: //looks back at me, tilts head// What?

Me: //sigh// I really thought you were going to do something like sort it not just shove it under there! //can't help but laugh, shaking head// I should have seen that coming

Dez: I'm glad you didn't, cause now it's funny! //laughs//

Me: //rolls eyes, mocking her// "If it fits, it belongs in there!" Like penises!

Dez: //starts laughing more//