Reluctantly, she turns to the drawers and opens them, first going through her clothes to find another pair of pants—the plaid red and white ones she never wears but Mischa had gotten for her as a gift—and a black shirt before she even thinks of opening his drawers to find his stupid black pants. She fishes them out and pegs them at him only because she suspects that they still haven't gotten any more comfortable despite the few times he's worn them. ]
Now you can play in the dirt and no one will know.
[ Wanda begins to shed herself of her makeshift pyjamas, changing her underwear and putting on a bra. And if it's one of her so-called best bras, well, the black just goes with the plain black shirt she wishes to wear. And it's her birthday. She can wear her best bra if she likes!
And she supposes it's his birthday, which means he can wear his stupid tight black pants that are very uncomfortable if he likes. ]
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Reluctantly, she turns to the drawers and opens them, first going through her clothes to find another pair of pants—the plaid red and white ones she never wears but Mischa had gotten for her as a gift—and a black shirt before she even thinks of opening his drawers to find his stupid black pants. She fishes them out and pegs them at him only because she suspects that they still haven't gotten any more comfortable despite the few times he's worn them. ]
Now you can play in the dirt and no one will know.
[ Wanda begins to shed herself of her makeshift pyjamas, changing her underwear and putting on a bra. And if it's one of her so-called best bras, well, the black just goes with the plain black shirt she wishes to wear. And it's her birthday. She can wear her best bra if she likes!
And she supposes it's his birthday, which means he can wear his stupid tight black pants that are very uncomfortable if he likes. ]