She was so furious she could spit. If she could spit. Which to be fair was a long time ago. Nowadays she could ectoplasm. But that really didn't have the same ring to it.
And she hated mess. Hated it with a passion that was both holy and infernal. The whole reason Georgiana was a ghost was that both heaven and hell were too messy.
And here, on the bathroom bench, was mess.
She wailed. "You KNOW I hate mess. You KNOW that the toothpaste lid goes back on the toothpaste when you're finished."
She glided through the wall to Toto's bedroom. Toto was curled up in her basket, sleeping. Very defiantly snoring with her eyes tight shut.
"I know you're awake!" Georgiana screamed "Stop pretending and clear up that mess of yours in the bathroom!!"
Toto gave a large snore and turned her back to Georgiana.
Right. Fine. She glided above Toto until her form was right above the stupid dog's mouth.
"You go and clean up that mess right now!! or I'll, I'll..."
Toto snickered then coughed and spluttered.
The ectoplasm and goo continued to fall into Toto's mouth even as she pulled away from the ghost.
"Georgiana!" She howled, "It wasn't me!!!"
"Of course it was. Reginald always puts the toothpaste lid back on the tube. He doesn't leave it out."
Toto continued to spit the goo, "Arggh"
"Besides which, there were your hairs all over it. You're the only were I know that wants to bite with minty-freshness!"
"Now go clean it up NOW!!!!!" Georgiana phased red, "Or there will be more goo all over your room and through everything."
Toto morphed back to human, and pulled out the cleaning supplies.
"I knew this rental would be bad news!" Toto muttered to herself.
Georgiana hovered above her. "It'll be more than bad news if you don't clean up your mess! I can get you kicked out just like the last one, if you don't behave."
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