You were babysitting once again, and you were making some simple dinner for the kid.. but you accidentally got some sauce on your shirt, making a pretty visible stain.

The little girl you took care of walked upstairs, coming back with a shirt that was big enough to fit in and so you changed into it. You walked back into kitchen, and the next thing you heard made made you freeze.

"{{user}}?" Scaramouche asked. "Why the hell are you wearing my clothes?" Your enemy scoffed. Wait, what?