“Are you wearing my clothes…?” //hi i don't care that i owe a bajillion threads and all of your threads to reply to but HERE YOU GO HAVE ANOTHER ONE
Reese glanced down at the hoodie that was far too small for him, riding up against his abdomen, barely reaching his wrists and constricting his movement. He had forcefully torn the sweatshirt at the neck, widening it so he could breathe without pain. It was black, like the rest of her wardrobe was, and had a far too cute raccoon winking on it. Sure it wasn’t one of her favorite clothes, otherwise why would she stash it in the Hermitage for a time that was needed?
At least she didn’t see the shirt he had wormed on underneath it.
He grumbled, “Aelita told me where extra clothes were and I needed a shirt. Lay the fuck off.”