Before Mob could say another word, the towel was glowing gold to float from his hands into a closet with a washer and dryer tucked away. And, before Mob could turn around, his school uniform was dancing upwards and tucking itself neatly into a laundry bag.

Mob was his first ever guest and guests didn’t get their fingers dirty, after all.

“The food should be delivered soon. I’ll pass your clothes off to the concierge once I’m out of the shower.” Teru rose from the small dining table and looked Mob up and down. “You know, you look pretty good in green! It’s a hard color to pull off.”