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♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
"Vriska!" you call through the flat, searching through your suitcase, and under the bed, and on top of all the sides. "Have you seen the sheet of paper I was looking at before?" You're frantically going from room to room, moving all the cushions around on the sofa and pushing all the kitchen utensils around on the side to try and find it. "It's got my assignment on it and I have no fuckin' clue what I'm doing without it...Vriska! You have to help me, dammit!"
You storm down the corridor, looking at the floor and peeking your head into the bathroom to make sure you didn't somehow leave it there, before pushing open Vriska's door. "Dude, help me find it please, it's import-...are you wearing my tshirt?" You asked the question but you already know the answer, because she's right in front of you and that is your tshirt. Your favourite tshirt to be precise. Black tshirt decorated with a design for a band you don't know, but the skulls, flowers and diamond shapes on the shirt enticed you anyway, and considering how comfortable the damn thing is, you definitely don't regret buying it. "Why are you wearing my tshirt?!"
