The Missing Shirt
“Alright. I know someone stole my shirt. Likely one of the children. Normally, I would not mind, but it’s FREEZING, YOU GUYS!” he yelled in English. He shivered underneath his towel. At least the prankster/thief had done him the decency of leaving his jeans and shoes. “If it’s an adult, I swear– If someone wanted to see me shirtless, they could have just asked!” Muttering to himself, he tightened the towel around his torso, trying to shield his shoulders from his dripping hair. “And no one even knows what I’m saying–” he whined dramatically. “I hope everyone’s having a good laugh…”
Sage had come across clothes sitting by themselves without an owner, and hadn’t been able to stop from grabbing it. However, Sage had barely gotten the shirt in hand when they had heard someone coming, and had teleported into a nearby tree to watch. Sagehad been annoyed when it had only been Ollie, but it hadn’t taken long for the owner of the clothes to come back and start loudly complaining.
“You know, dumbass, almost everyone here speaks english,” Sage called with a grin, dangling the shirt where he could see it but definitely not reach.
