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"Jadzia." Worf said almost harshly as he stared into their closet.
"Yes Worf?" she asked innocently, pretending not to know what he was about to say to her.
"Your clothing is on my side,"
Jadzia sighed heavily and walked over to the bed, sitting down, revealinga fair amount of leg - more than was necessary to be sure.
"Jadzia..." Worf said, pretending to be annoyed with her little show. Rolling her eyes she gave up on trying to seduce him. It was obvious that he was not going to let this go.
She looked at him then at their closet, which until recently had been divided cleanly down the middle. Jadzia really did not understand what the fuss was about. He didn't have that many clothing articles, and she did. She refused to wear the same workout outfit every single time - she liked variety. It wasn't her fault that Worf did not understand this. It was also not her fault that she had more uniforms than he - Jadzia had found that she was prone to getting hers dirty and not cleaning them. It was necessary for her to have as many uniforms as she did.
Okay, maybe he had a point with her dresses and shoes. Did she really need that many of each? No... but did she desire them? Yes. Worf was going through her clothing items asking her why she needed each one.
"And this yellow dress - it has a hole in the side. Why do you not repair it?"
"Worf, it's made of a very fine material. Garak has not been able to find the right thread - and it can't be replicated."
"Very well, but what about these pajamas? Do you really need six pairs?"
Jadzia paused a moment, considering her answer very, very carefully.
"Well, Worf, let's just say that you'll be seeing me in them a lot more than you'd like to."
After a moments pause Worf closed the closet door. Once again Jadzia had been victorious in the war of the closet.
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