Before Rhonda and Sofia could get very far, a grumbling, cranky voice stopped the two tightly-bound girls in their collective tracks. "You caaaaaan't," Abigail groaned as she rolled over in bed, the annoyance at her beauty sleep having been ended early rather clear in her haggard face. "God, you're both so dumb..."
"Nobody asked you," the latina quickly shot back, to the feeling of an approving tremor rumbling through Sofia's form.
This only drew a roll of her eyes from Abigail as the blonde rolled over, throwing her legs over the edge of her bed. For a moment, both Sofia and Rhonda were distracted by the sight of their longtime nemesis' choice of lower body sleepwear: superhero pajama pants. Neither of them had ever bothered to question what Abigail would wear to bed, and the sight of it... it just raised more questions they weren't likely to get answers to.
"If you'd asked me, I could've told you why it's stupid," the girl grumbled as she stood up, scratching the back of her neck as her eyes remained only half-opened. "Do you two dipshits know anything about slimes?"
The symbiotically-entwined teenagers both opened their mouths to respond, and just as quickly, both closed their mouths on realizing that their knowledge on the subject was... limited. Reversing the process had been a greater concern the one time that Rhonda had been such a melty mess. "Of course not." Abigail sighed as she lumbered over, briefly poking a softer part of the membrane covering Rhonda. "You seen your core lately, Weinerschnitzel?"
"Of course I have... it's...." She paused. "It's uh... somewhere...."
"Yeah, it's right here!" She smacked Rhonda's chest, causing her to yelp and jump back in surprise. Just as she was about to scream at the blonde, however, it occurred to her that the two weights moving about on her chest felt... heavier. And... rounder. She hadn't really noticed, thanks to the enhanced strength provided by her draconic form, but... they were bigger, by just enough of a margin to be perceptible.
She blushed on making this realization. "Dark slime cores migrate. They like being inside of something, or in your case, two somethings. And once it gets stuck in there, you're not getting it out without a hell of a lot of magic, way more than any student here has got. I couldn't even pull you idiots apart now."
"We get it without the insults," Rhonda growled back. She was inclined to immediately disbelieve Abigail, to write this off as another one of her schemes to screw with them somehow. At the same time, however, it was fact that she knew a great deal about slimes; her meddling with them was the whole reason that Rhonda had spent several days as a vaguely humanoid piece of jelly. She knew how they worked better than either of them.
Sofia seemed just as unsure about this herself, based on the anxious way her form was bubbling around Rhonda's skin. "Then who can get us separated? One of the teachers, maybe?"
"Maybe. Assuming they don't just decide to let you suffer for your own mistakes."
"Hey, the Countess was the one who did this to me! She'd have done it to you too if you'd been there!"
"But I wasn't, and more importantly, nobody forced you two to go buddying up without taking so much as five minutes to make sure it was safe!" She threw her hands out to the side. "I mean seriously! Did you not stop to think that maybe, just maybe, lathering yourself up with the gelatin goo that your best friend turned into might not be the best idea?!"
Briefly she considered mentioning that it was Lichi's idea, but she refrained from throwing her roommate under the bus like that. In any case, Abigail still wasn't done running her mouth. "Christ... look, you two morons just... just go figure out your day. I'll talk to my professors and see if one of them is willing to split the both of you up?"
Rhonda raised an eyebrow as Abigail headed for the shower. "What's got you acting so helpful all of a sudden?"
"Not wanting to share my room with the Kaiserina, that's what?"
Well, that was certainly an honest opinion. They both sighed as Abigail closed the door, briefly debating whether or not to trust her as they tried several more times to get separated. Each effort resulted in failure, and soon they had no more time to spend on further attempts. For the moment, they were stuck together, forced to get cleaned up and head off for what was bound to be an awkward class for one, or the other, or both. Probably both.