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Adaine mumbled “where is it” for about the thousandth time under her breath as she dug through her closet for probably the fifth time.
Her favorite hoodie was missing. Gone. It had disappeared without a trace, and now she was desperately trying to fight back tears over not being able to find it.
Her hands fluttered with anxious energy as she tried to come up with places it could be, pacing back and forth in her torn apart room, occasionally ducking down to check under her desk or bed as if the her safe hoodie will mysteriously appear under them, even though it hadn’t been there the last time she checked. Or the time before that. Or the time before that. But maybe this time—
Adaine knew getting worked up about something as small as a hoodie being missing was incredibly dramatic, and probably pretty childish, but she couldn’t help it. And as much as she hated it, her eyes were stinging with unshed tears, and the lump in the back of her throat was impossible to ignore.
She had to do something about this. She was not about to cry over this. She couldn’t. She had to be more mature than that.
So, she turned on her heel and rushed out her bedroom door, praying to any god listening that she doesn’t run into anyone, because she knows for a fact the carefully constructed dam of emotions she’s put up will break the second someone asks if she’s okay.
She makes her way downstairs as quickly as possible, and much to her relief, doesn’t run into anyone.
Without waiting a second longer, she goes over to the piano that leads to Fig’s room, and carefully crawls under to access the trapdoor.
Fig is asleep when Adaine enters her room, completely wrapped up in her comforter, one earbud still in her ear.
As carefully as she can, not wanting to wake her friend with her over-dramatism over something as simple as a missing clothing item, Adaine slips into the bed next to her.
She must have not been careful enough, because a very soft and tired sounding “hello?” Sounds from Fig.
“Sorry, sorry,” she quickly apologizes.
Fig makes a quiet, disgruntled noise. But, just as Adaine thinks Fig is about to complain about being woken, she replies with a gentle “don’t be sorry.”
Fig’s eyes open, and worry very quickly crosses her tired face. “Hey, you okay?”
And there it was. Adaine didn’t really know what else she was expecting.
The pressure of her emotions builds swiftly and violently, and before Adaine knows it, her breath is hitching with sobs trying to force their way out.
“Woah— woah, hey, hey hey hey—” Fig sputters, voice now slightly panicked, “hey, no no, you’re okay, it’s okay, c’mere babe.”
As tears begin to slip down her face, two warm arms wrap around her, and any sense of composure slips away as she buries her face into Fig’s shoulder and lets a quiet sob slip out, and then another.
She wraps her arms around Fig’s, and is met with a soft, very familiar fabric as her hands clutch onto the fabric of what Fig is wearing.
She pulls her face away, and is met with the gentle sky blue of her (no longer) missing comfort hoodie.
There are several different things that Adaine wants to say, but words are beyond her at the moment, so all that she’s able to say is a very quiet “ah—?” As she continues to clutch onto the hoodie, looking up at Fig.
Fig looks confused, but seems to understand what Adaine is trying to communicate quickly.
“Oh- shit, sorry ‘Daine. I completely forgot this was like… your hoodie. I was cold, so I just grabbed the first thing I found in my room,” Fig says apologetically, bringing a hand up to wipe away some of the tears on Adaine’s face. “You want it back? I can grab another hoodie from my closet”
Adaine shakes her head. “‘S okay,” she mumbles, pressing her face back into Fig’s neck, “keep it on”
Fig hums softly, lightly pressing a kiss into Adaine’s hair before speaking again, still sounding apologetic, “sorry I scared you. That wasn’t my intention at all”
Adaine makes a small “mmf” sound. “You’re mean” she mumbles, a significant lack of bite in her tone.
Fig snorts. “Yes, yes, I’m so terrible,” she kisses Adaine’s hair again, “will you ever forgive me?”
Adaine sniffs, then giggles. “….yeah”
“Great”
With the peace of mind that her hoodie is safe and sound, Adaine is finally able to relax. Before she knows it, she slips into a dreamless sleep, snuggled in the arms of her best friend.