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Kanstins came back with an armful of clothes and set them beside her tent, quickly separating them by owner. Little piles of the clean laundry surrounded her when Alistair walked by.
“The clothes finally dry?” Kanstins kind of gave him a sneer before handing him his pile, slightly larger than the others.
“Yeah well, maybe next time it should be your turn to wash everyone’s smalls.” Alistair responded as quickly as possible while speed walking toward his and Talza’s tent.
“Yeah, maybe. Thanks Kanstins, bye!”
In the tent, he made quick work of removing his dirty common breeches and smalls before dressing in his normal loungewear. He soon found bottoms and such, but struggled when he went to put on his shirt. It was tighter than normal and abnormally short. Just as he was evaluating the length, Talza walked in and burst out in laughter.
“By the Ancestors, what are you doing!?”
He turned to her and felt the flush of heat flood to the tips of his ears, an all too familiar feeling when she was around.
“I was getting dressed since Kanstins finished laundry, but I think my shirt shrunk in the sun.”
He splayed out his arms to demonstrate the shirt that barely covered his stomach and choked his arms and neck.
“Come on, turn around.” She flicked her finger in a circle and giggled again. Pulling at the back collar, she found a sewn in “TC”. Her initials. Everyone had theirs in put into their clothes by suggestion by Wynne when she accidentally received Nyx’s robes, a wonderful idea. Talza pulled him around to face her again.
“Yup, it must have shrunk.” She shrugged and moved to the pile of clothes, rummaging through before pulling up another shirt.
“And then I suppose my shirt stretched out?” She pulled off her dirty top and replaced it with the large shirt, it’s long sleeves falling below her wrists and neckline too large and plunging down towards her breasts.
“Wait, isn’t that my shirt? It’s got the stitch in the side from where it tore.” He pointed out.
“How observant.” She changed into her own pants and smalls.
“Wait then this is your shirt!” He finally figured.
“Always check the collar, love.” She spun and twirled in his shirt, she practically swam in it. “I guess Kanstins just put ours together to save time, but really Alistair your shirts are so comfy!”
“Oh come on!” He moved to hug her but found his arms restrained. She moved away playfully and held the collar up to her face.
“And it smells like you! How amazing.” She taunted. “I’d bet you ten copper you couldn't last the rest of the afternoon in my shirt!”
“Fair deal, but you have to wear mine-”
“Pshhh no problem!”
“-in just your smallclothes.” Talza looked to her behind, where the shirt hung just below the swell of her cheeks, bend too far over and everyone would get a decent eye look at her, but she wasn’t about to back down.
“Deal.”
So she removed her breeches as directed and they left the tent to continue their activities. Sann immediately caught on, making a comment at Alistair between cries of laughter.
Talza went straight to the outer reaches of camp to collect wood, but quickly realized she was constantly bending over, as shown with a disapproving look from Wynne. So she went and joined Morrigan at the cooking pot. She could sit there and not worry, the shirt comfortably covering most of her thighs.
“So will you be explaining you and the fool’s choice in clothing?” Morrigan asked, carefully handing Talza a knife to peel potatoes.
“Oh, he accidentally put on my shirt and is unwilling to admit defeat.”
“So you join him in his humiliation? An odd tactic indeed.”
“It’s no worse for me than a dress that doesn't fit well. I’ve never earned an easier 10 copper.”
“A completely see through dress? Perhaps I’m not informed on the dress of Dwarven culture, but
I cannot imagine that is normal.” Morrigan’s voice was surprisingly calm.
“S-see through?!” Talza moved her arms to cover her chest. “Sorry Morrigan I’ll be right back.” And after quickly dropping the knife, made her way back to her tent, grabbing Alistair along with her.
“It’s See through!” All Alistair could do was laugh, though the tight shirt constricted it. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“And miss an opportunity to see your beautiful body all afternoon?” She smacked his arm and moved past him to change her shirt. “Besides, you wouldn’t have agreed to the bet if I told you. Guess I win though.” He held out his hand for the money owed, but she just pushed it away.
“No! You cheated. You let me walk around camp for nearly two hours with my tits hanging out!”
“You didn’t even hang around anyone but Morrigan! No one saw anything I promise.” She pouted away from him.
“Deals off. You don’t get a single coin.” He removed his own prank shirt and put his arms around her.
“What about an apology kiss, would you accept that? Or are my lips traitorous too?”