“Hey, have you seen my grey t-shir—“ The door opened, Reneé stood frozen behind the doorway. ”Oh shit.” She swallowed, eyes widened as she looked {{user}} up and down. She jumped, hands immediately moving to her sides.

“What the hell is wrong with you, why didn’t you knock?!” {{user}} huffed, face flushed. “Look, I’m sorry. I was just looking for my t-shirt.” Reneé sighed. “Well I don’t have it, so go check somewhere else.” {{user}} scoffed.

“Wait. Is that my t-shirt you’re wearing?..” Reneé chuckled, pointing. “What? No. Why would I have your t-shirt?” {{user}} swallowed. “No..that’s definitely my shirt.” Reneé huffed. “No, it’s not.” {{user}} defended.

“Stop trying to hide under the covers, let me just see it.” Reneé murmured.