Written for Round 5 of the prompt challenge over at the freen&becky related gls community and inspired by this fanart (and a comment that followed)
Prompt: “Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”
“Hey, have you seen the...Oh. Is that my dress?”
Sam closes the black robe over the pink dress, the unicorn disappearing from view. “What are you looking for?”
“Why are you wearing that?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Sam crosses her arms over her chest. “Why are you up so early?”
Usually Sam would have time to prep for breakfast, take a bath, and then get dressed for the day before Mon would even start to stir. Perks of being an insomniac.
“I didn’t think it would fit you.”
“Are you saying I’m fat?”
“Khun Sam. I know what you are trying to do.” Mon doesn’t allow the distraction. “I thought it went lost in the move. I told you that I couldn’t find it, and you reminded me that I was planning to donate it anyway, so why did I care about that?”
“I don’t.” Mon says slowly. It’s not like she is upset or anything like that. She might even say that Khun Sam looks cute, for those whole three seconds she had managed to get a glimpse of. “But you have to admit that–”
“I know that. I used to wear it. But I also remember you having ....strong opinions about it.”
Sam is always very enthusiastic about undressing Mon, but in that occasion she had been particularly unrepentant about potentially ruining the dress while removing it. And she had no problems expressing her distaste for it when Mon had questioned her hurry and lack of finesse.
“It’s comfortable,” Sam repeats.
“But how do you even know that?”
“When we house-sat for your parents.”
Mon nods, encouraging her to continue. It was before Mon had officially moved in with Khun Sam. Sam had gifted her parents a short getaway, but they had not felt comfortable leaving the house unattended, so Mon had offered to stay there while they were enjoying their break. Sam had refused to be away from Mon and joined her.
“One night I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. So I decided to go downstairs and work a bit. I couldn’t find my clean clothes in the dark. I didn’t want to wake you up with the noise. Or the light. So I grabbed the first thing from your wardrobe.”
“You were going to give it away. I donated it to myself.”
Mon laughs. “That’s not exactly how it works.”
“You said it would go to a good home. This is the best home.”
