Beauty in the Filth [Actual RP]

"See? All it takes is a good shove it." Ezra pushed his door open before maneuvering the three of them inside. Once there he deposited his hangers-on on his bed and slumped down in his computer chair. Sighing, he started pecking at the keys one by one slowly creating his essay.

A large, somewhat perverted smile threatened to break Dominick's face. "I now know where you sleep Ezra."

Ezra shrugged. "Yes you do?"

Veronica shook her head, prickled. "No you don't. He sleeps with me most nights." She curled up on the top corner of the bed and hugged his pillow.

Dominick gave Veronica a large, fake innocent smile. "Have you ever heard of chloroform, my dear?"

Ezra turned around at that, somewhat excited. "My essay is about chemicals used as refrigerants!" When he noticed the look his sister was giving Dominick his smile faltered. "What's bad about chloroform?"

Dominick started laughing. "Chloroform is used as a anesthetic." He laughed so hard that he fell off of Ezra's bed. "I would never use chloroform on either of you. One, doing it with a knocked out person would be like doing it with a corpse. And two, why would I knock you out when I enjoy an audience?"

Ezra pouted, lost. "It used to be used as one... It's on the list even."

Veronica hid behind her hands, scandalized. "What do you mean you enjoy an audience!?"

Dominick's fake innocent smile made another appearance. "Why I'm an exhibitionist. It's a miracle that I'm even still in my clothes."

"That is a good thing." Ezra nodded, typing again. "Nica's scared of naked people."

"You don't go telling that to every one!" Veronica pouted in her nest.

"Really?" Said Dominick raising an eyebrow at Veronica. "You're scared of naked people?"

Ezra typed away, ignoring the looks Veronica was shooting into his back.

The girl sighed and burrowed deeper into her nest of blankets and pillows, hiding. "They're just so... not okay, and everything is all right there, and you can see it... It's just bad."

"That the whole point." Said Dominick, rather scandalized at what the only girl in the room said. "If we weren't meant too see someone else's naked body, why do we even have eyes?"

Veronica narrowed her eyes. "To see people with their clothes on."

"It's sad really." Ezra said over his shoulder. "She'll never be wild."

"Oh so you like to see women break their feet to fit into a pair of shoes. Have a few ribs removed to fit into a size two dress." Dominick growled out. "Clothes were made to oppress the wearer and help spread discrimination. Clothes are DISGUSTING."

Ezra turned around in his chair, watching. Veronica sunk down deeper, disappearing. "I'm sorry!"

Dominick growled again and laid down on the floor. "Just don't mention something like that again."

Ezra tossed one of his old shirts from the basket next to the chair on top of the lump that was Veronica and turned back to typing."Almost done."

Another muffled "sorry" came from the lump as the shirt was sucked under a pillow.

Dominick looked back and forth between where Veronica was hiding and Ezra's clothes basket. Grinning he crept over to the basket and threw a pair of Ezra's pants at Veronica.

"What are you doing in my laundry?" Ezra drawled, but didn't stop clicking on the keyboard.

The lump rustled before the pants were tossed back in the direction they were thrown up.

"You can learn a lot about a person by going through their laundry." Said Dominick smiling and tossed another shirt at Veronica.

"Yes captain." Ezra nodded absently. "I just don't want my room messy."

The shirt was sucked into the lump.

Dominick gave Ezra a big smile, and tossed a couple more shirts at Veronica. "You wont have a messy room, just a messy bed."

Ezra turned the chair around now. He looked over at the lump and sighed. "I lose more shirts that way than anything else. I'm never getting those back I hope you know." He sighed at the sound of a raspberry coming from his bed. "See?"

An evil glint came to Dominick's eyes. He grabbed as many of Ezra's shirts as he could and stuffed them into Veronica's little den.

Ezra watched, but didn't move from his spot. "I don't understand. Do you want me to have to order new shirts?"

The lump let out a shrill "eek!" and moved down to the other edge of the bed, taking a handful of shirts with it.