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"Babe," Aayla yelled from her closet. "Have you seen my pink blouse?" She asked, sliding each shirt that was on the hanger out of her way as she searched for the one she had planned to wear. Ichirou peeked his head out of the bathroom, having a perfect view of Aayla and her entire closet. She was walking around in just a pair of underwear and her bra and she couldn't have looked any more beautiful in his eyes but he had to keep his mind on what was important to her right now. That pink blouse. Whichever one she was talking about. She had like twenty of them.
"Which one?" He asked, after spitting his mouthwash into the sink.
"You know. The one I like the most." Ichirou furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head, turning the faucet water off.
"You lost me there. You claim every piece of clothing you own is your favorite." Aayla let out an exasperated groan and throwing her hands up.
"They are but you know what shirt I'm talking about. The one that I wear with these pants." She motioned down to the pair of pants she had laid out in the bed. Ichirou quickly knew what she was talking about and snapped his fingers.
"Ohh, the one Meowster destroyed?" Aayla let out a string of curses as she remembered that night. They heard their beloved cat messing with stuff but were too invested in each other to really care until the next morning, resulting in all of the clothes they had stripped out of and left out in the hallway, be destroyed. Ichirou wasn't really pressed about it, but Aayla was pissed. She loved that shirt.
"Wear a white shirt." Ichirou offered as he saw Aayla ready to go back to the drawing board to pick a totally different outfit. He knew how she was and tried to diffuse the situation way before it would get out of hand.
"Ichirou, what do we do on Wednesdays?" She asked, walking out the closet with her hands on her hips. Ichirou stared back at her blankly, his mind only coming up with suggestions he knew wasn't the answer but he thought he'd give it a shot anyway.
"We... wear... whiskers?" Aayla closed her eyes and let out a choked laugh.
"You're were so close, yet so far away." She said before shaking her head. "But no, on Wednesdays, we wear pink. Duh." Ichirou smacked his lips.
"Ugh, I should've known that. I'm sorry baby. I won't forget ever again." He teased, winking at her.
"I don't like your sarcasm but I don't have time to comment any further but it's duly noted." She said tiredly, walking back into her closet and Ichirou into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
The two finished getting ready for their day without further interruptions or stops. Ichirou finished before Aayla — which wasn't surprising — and managed to pack both of their lunches before she even came downstairs. She came tumbling down the steps with one shoe on, the other in her hand while Ichirou was just closing her lunch bag up.
"Aww, you packed me lunch? That's so sweet." She quickly slipped her other heel on before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
"You know I had to do it for my sugar pie," Ichirou muttered with a satisfied grin before handing her, her lunch bag. "You have yakitori, rice, and a surprise for dessert."
