Inside the previously, incomprehensibly messy and clutter of a room that Elaine lived in, she now was in a rather orderly one with her usual antics. While most of it still had traces of her preferred lifestyle, it was tidy and organized now. Her guitar and drum set were put away nicely, her "Ramones" and CD album collection was perfectly organized, and even all her rebellious and gaudy clothes she wore were now folded neatly and organized, right down to her orange and black ripped stockings.
"Is everything, okay in here?" John asked.
Elaine 'tsked.' "Yeah yeah it's fine dweeb brother of mine, I'm just cleaning up a bit. Can you please get out now?"
"R-right." John firmly shut the door and looked at the creature flying around him, amazed by it's ability. "Well, she said 'please' atleast! And she answered the question too before she kicked me out, didn't even swear either! Maybe your power does really work."
The impish little furball smirked with cuteness, growing another inch.
