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“Okay,” Olruggio holds up a black collared shirt with puff sleeves.
Qifrey frowns. “Well, the style is more like something you would wear…” He tilts his head and considers for a moment. “But I wear black base layers more often.”
“And neither of us remembers where it came from. Of course.” Olruggio tosses the shirt back into the pile of other shirts he’d taken it from and falls back into the pile of dresses behind him.
They’ve been attempting to sort out which clothes belong to who after years of mixing wardrobes without regard for the disaster it’d create someday. Sure, they knew they’d have to sort it all eventually, but they had no idea how bad it’d be. It’s been the better part of an hour, and the only thing they’ve sorted with certainty is their cloaks.
What a nightmare.
Qifrey takes the shirt and folds it up, setting it on the uncertain pile, which is far larger than the piles of clothes they’re certain of. Qifrey sighs and says, “We’ve been at this all morning. Let’s take a break.” He stands and offers a hand to Olruggio, who takes it.
They head into the kitchen and make a quick lunch. They talk about possible solutions to their clothing problem as they eat.
“I suppose we could just go back and forth picking things to separate it that way,” Olruggio suggests.
Olruggio sighs. “It’s already annoying enough needing to go to your bedroom when I want something for my outfit that’s currently in yours. Of course, dividing it by type of clothes would only exacerbate the problem we’re already struggling with.”
They both hum in unison, hands to their chins.
“Oh. We’re stupid.” Qifrey laughs.
Olruggio looks at him baffled. “Excuse me?”
“Windowway in the back wall to connect our closets.”
Olruggio nods. “Yeah, yeah. I mean, that’s pretty much just right, isn’t it?”
“Yep.”
“And now we have to put all those clothes away again, huh.”
“Unfortunately.”
They sigh in unison.
“Let’s get to it then.”
It doesn’t take them too long to draw up two windowway spells that are connected, and they get hanged in the back of each of their closets. When they activate both spells they greet each other with a smile and a wave, meeting each other in the middle for a kiss. They giggle when they part.
They’re holding hands through the windowway when they look around at the veritable explosion of clothes that seems to have gone off around them.
“This is going to take forever.” Qifrey sighs.
“We’ll do it together, though.” Olruggio kisses him on the cheek. Qifrey smiles at him, and they get to work.