sorry this is so late
“is this your closet, or our closet?”
you sighed, setting down the last of the boxes of clothes onto the floor of the closet. you just bought a house with your fiance (sorry i cant get an accent on the e) and the two of you were in the midst of unpacking.
the closet was a beautiful walk in with many sections that would fit both yours and shawn’s clothes.
especially since he’s travelling so often and he usually packs most of his clothes, you didn’t think space would be much of a problem.
despite the fact that he wears almost the same thing everyday, the boy owns more clothes than you would expect. but so do you.
looking around at the already unpacked clothes hanging around, you notice there isn’t very much room left for shawn’s clothes to hang.
sighing, you start rearranging and going through all your clothes in order to fit all of shawn’s.
“woah, is this your closet or our closet?” your fiance chuckles, walking into the messy room.
“sorry, i didn’t notice how much space all my shit takes up.” you said, throwing one of your old t-shirts into the give away pile.
“you’re going to have to give away a lot of clothes if we’re going to fit both of our shit in here.” shawn said as he ripped into one of his boxes of clothes.
“oh look, more of your clothes.”
the both of you sighed, knowing this was going to be a while.