“Are you wearing my shirt?” - kingoftheslabs
She paused at the sound of the berserker’s voice, her cup of tea raised halfway to her lips as she caught sight of him. She glanced down at the shirt in question - swamping her, even tied as it was at the waist - and hid her smile with a sip of tea.
But there was no disguising the smugness in her voice, even as she adopted the most unassuming expression she could muster.
“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”













