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"Sampo."
The man in question turns his head towards Gepard's voice.
'Based on that tone, he's probably gonna scold me for something...'
Still, Sampo gives him a slight smirk and tilts his head questioningly as he answers Gepard with a sweet "Yes?"
Gepard was standing in front of his bedroom door, holding up a pair of pink pants.
Sampo arches an eyebrow at the pair of pants.
"Uh...those aren't mine, Geppie," Sampo says, before adding a teasing remark, "I think you'd know that by now, don't cha?"
Gepard just looks at him with a flat stare. "I know. They're my pants."
This just confuses Sampo more.
For one, he's never seen Gepard own a pair of baby pink pants.
And two, even if he has one, why would it be Sampo's business?
Unless…
A look of realisation dawns on Sampo's face.
"Oh. My jacket..." Sampo says, almost a bit sheepishly.
Gepard just folds his arms across each other, one hand still clutching said pants. "Yes, it did."
"So can't you wear a different pair?" Sampo asks as he thinks of a way to weasel out of the situation.
"They all turned pink, Sampo. And your jacket is ruined as well thanks to the bleach."
Sampo feels guilty, but also upset.
"Why didn't you check the machine before you piled all your clothes in it, then? Ya can't blame me for the whole thing." Sampo counters.
Even without saying anything, Gepard's face shows that he's upset at Sampo.
"You were the one that used my home's washing machine. You should have checked if your clothes were still in there!" Gepard retorts, voice slightly raised.
A moment of silence shifts around them as Gepard watches Sampo's expression cloud over.
Before he could say anything, Sampo rolls his eyes, and gets up to walk to Gepard's laundry room, shoving himself past the blond as he does so.
"What are y-," Gepard gets cut off as Sampo rummages through the laundry pile, grabbing the now ruined jacket, and shoving himself back outside.
"Sampo, I'm not done-," Gepard starts, but Sampo flips him off in response as he slips out of Gepard's apartment window.
(It's his usual option instead of going out of Gepard's front door; because ‘what will people think?!’)
"Sampo!" The blond shouts as he watches Sampo climb towards the rooftop and disappear at the edge of it.
Sampo continues to leap across the rooftops before sitting down on one far away from Gepard's house.
He knows he's at fault for the washer thing.
But it's hard for him to admit fault without feeling like he's being judged by Gepard for it.
Even a tiny mistake feels like a big issue when you're a convict dating the captain of the Silvermane Guards.
Still, he understands he needs to apologise to Gepard.
Just...not tonight.
Not while he still remembers the look Gepard gave him.
It takes a few days after Gepard's unfortunate wardrobe malfunction for him to receive a week's worth of heavy duty pants on his front door.
Along with a sheepish Sampo carrying them in his hands.
"Hi, Captain." He greets Gepard, before handing him the bag filled with pants.
"Sam-," Gepard begins, but Sampo cuts him off.
"Okay, listen. I'm sorry for destroying your pants with my jacket. These pants," Sampo pats at the paper bag, "-are to make up for that."
"...thank you." Gepard answers, before a silent moment comes up between them.
"...anyway! I think I'll be taking my leave now; have a good day, Gep-!"
Before he could make a run for it, Gepard took Sampo's hand, effectively making him unable to escape.
"Sampo. Listen... I'm sorry for what happened the other night. I went out of line."
"It's fine, Geppie-," the blond shakes his head insistently.
"No, it's not!" He answers, voice getting a bit louder, which makes him turn red and clear his throat in embarrassment.
He immediately lets go of Sampo's hand.
"I mean- it's not fine that I yelled at you like that...so please. Forgive me for that."
Sampo keeps quiet, before smiling ever so slightly.
"Alright, Gep. I forgive you... Only if you forgive me for messing up your pants."
The look of relief on Gepard's face made Sampo feel a twinge of guilt.
"Yeah- of course I do...," was all Gepard could stammer out, before Sampo practically topples him over with a tackling hug.
They spend the remaining part of the evening curled up together on the couch, eventually falling asleep right next to each other.