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Pernille looked at the inside of her suitcase, which was definitely missing items she knew for a fact she had packed, and couldn't stop the corners of her lips from turning up slightly as she rolled her eyes and shook her head. Her girlfriends had a bit of a bad habit. One that kept her torn between being annoyed, amused, and endeared. Okay, fine, she found it mostly endearing and honestly couldn't stop her heart from swelling whenever said bad habit arose, but it was still a problem.
The problem was that whenever an article of clothing mysteriously vanished from Pernille's closet, suitcase, or general possession, nine times out of ten she could find one of her girlfriends wearing it. Pernille had always figured this would be Ingrid's problem, she was the tallest after all. Or maybe even Magda or Marie, both of which tended to wear loose-fitting and baggy clothes that would fit on all four of them. She never would have guessed that she, the smallest of the four and most likely to wear more form-fitting items, would have to deal with this.
At first, she thought it was an accident. Four people living in one space was bound to lead to some possessions getting jumbled up, especially when it was four girls with pretty similar senses of dress. She and Marie both have a couple of nearly identical black baseball caps and beanies, and she knows Magda has shirts that are similar to her own. Not to mention that she and Ingrid both play for Wolfsburg, so it was a given that training and warm-up gear would sometimes get mixed up between the two, even with a four inch height difference. Athletic wear, sweatshirts, button-up shirts, plain white t-shirts, all of these could be found in large numbers between the four of them and it was easy to accidentally grab someone else's stuff.
However overtime, Pernille noticed these clothes mix-ups happening more and more frequently, and that they seemed to happen with her clothes more than any of the other three. She started to suspect that maybe it wasn't an accident when she was scrolling through Instagram and saw a picture Marie had posted wearing a bright pink beanie that Pernille had been unable to find since Marie had gone back to play for Vålerenga Damer, a beanie that they all knew damn well Marie would never buy herself. Her suspicion was confirmed even more when she saw Ingrid going through the laundry for pants, pick up and check the number on both Wolfsburg shorts that were tossed in, and grab the pair marked #22 instead of #15. Her beliefs were finally proven when she saw Magda stride into her room one day and grab an entire outfit directly out of her closet, then walk out as if she hadn't just robbed Pernille in broad daylight. With all this evidence compiled, it became glaringly obvious that her girlfriends had somewhat of a kleptomania problem.
From then on, it became the new normal for Pernille to meet up with her girlfriends in person or over FaceTime and find them all wearing her clothing. Pernille knew when she called them later she could expect to find the articles of clothing that had vanished from her suitcase in their care, which is exactly what happened. Before she went to bed that night, Pernille video called the other three and was not at all surprised when she found Marie in one of her beanies, Ingrid wearing a pair of her shorts, and Magda huddled up in one of her sweatshirts. She looked blankly at her webcam for a couple of seconds, letting her eyes scan slowly over each of the stolen items, letting them know that she knew full well they ransacked her luggage, before sending them all an exasperated look and jokingly swearing revenge, to which the three simply smiled back at her.
Because they knew that no matter how annoyed she pretended to be, she secretly loved it. Every time they stole her clothes they would pay her back in affection, and Pernille was nothing if not a total sucker for cuddling and kisses. Domestic shit was Pernille's, and frankly Magda, Marie, and Ingrid's, weakness, and they would steal her clothes to gain full advantage of surprise hugs and fond smiles.
So maybe the clothes stealing habit wasn't that much of a problem, but Pernille would complain about it anyway because -
"Oh come on! Did one of them seriously take my favorite Nike sweatshirt?!"