"AA, I have shit to do right now, could you please stop?" You say
Your name is Sollux Captor, and your girlfriend is currently standing in front of you, with her arms crossed on the dinosaur of a computer you're currently fixing.
This normally wouldn't be a problem, except she was wearing exactly jack shit over her chest. It's a common occurrence around this apartment by now, and normally you don't mind, not a damn bit, but this computer's almost done. It's going back to the owner tomorrow, and you'd rather not stay up all night for this one.
"Stop what exactly?" she asks sweetly, a seemingly completely innocent smile on her face. At this point you're not sure if she does this because she doesn't like shirts much, or just to fuck with you (both metaphorically and literally).
"You know exactly what I mean" you say, trying to concentrate on finishing this damn thing.
"No I really don't" the black haired girl says, walking around so that she's behind you, and looking at the screen with you, "Whatcha workin' on?"
You finish it, and press the power button, shutting it off. You push your chair back and stand up. You strip your hoodie off and slip it on her, after minimal protesting finally getting it on.
"Oh, that's so sweet of you, babe, I was getting cold" She pecks your cheek and puts her hands in the pocket, practically skipping into the living room.
You sigh and follow her, vowing that you'd get some sort of payback