Four word prompt Is that my shirt? Please?
“I..is that my shirt?”
Levy blushed, guiltily wringing her fingers as Gajeel looked past her at the pile of laundry on her floor, flabbergasted that the familiar fabric was sitting on the top. She opened her mouth to protest as he gently pushed past her to pick to up, and sputtered when he discovered another one of his missing shirts. He turned to her, disbelief in his eye.
“I can explain,” she started, gulping when he reached for it, revealing yet another missing shirt.
“Just how many of my shirts do you have?” he demanded, unsure if he wanted to laugh at the absurdity of finding his clothes here of all places. He looked up to see her twirl a blue lock of hair around her finger, nervous.
“Uhmmm, a few?” she offered lamely, cringing when another shirt was revealed.
“Holy shit, Lev. No wonder I can’t find shit lately,” he half growled, hiding a snicker as he spotted another one. The pile in his arms was growing larger than the one on the floor, and it was hard to hide the hilarity that bubbled in his throat. Sure, it was annoying to lose the blasted things, but when it was his girlfriend, it was hard to be mad. Especially when he enjoyed watching her prance around in nothing but his shirts. And he gave her plenty of reasons to stare at him, apparently here was another reason.
She was looking up at him with anxious eyes, obviously nervous about his reaction. He sighed, cracking a slight grin.
“Oi, I ain’t mad,” he said, watching her shoulders slump in relief. “But if you’re going to be stealing my laundry, then you oughta be taking the boxers as well.” He couldn’t hide the cackle of laughter as her face exploded in color, her eyes popping open in surprise.