Pajamas [Frerard]

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"Hey Frank?" Gerard called from his room.

Frank popped his head in from the doorway. "Yes?"

"Do you know where all my shirts went?" Gerard asked as he riffled through his drawers. "I swear I just did the laundry a few days ago, but I'm out of clean shirts?"

Frank giggled from somewhere across the room, making Gerard turn around. Upon inspection, Frank was wearing one of Gerard's shirts.

"Oh," Gerard said simply. "That explains a lot."

"They're comfy, so I use them as pajamas," Frank explained, smiling innocently.

Gerard shook his head with a resigned sigh. "Of course."

"Love you?"

Gerard smiled and closed his drawers. "Love ya, too. But you're gonna be helping with the laundry from now on."

"Goddammit," Frank muttered under his breath.

Gerard walked by and ruffled his hair. "Now c'mon, I'm hungry and need my morning coffee."

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