A/N: Just a very short one-shot I wrote. Enjoy :)
"So… everything has stitches on it?" Marie asked, pulling out yet another piece of Stein's apparel and throwing it on the bed, where she'd already covered her boyfriend with clothes.
"Pretty much." Stein replied.
"… Why?" Marie asked.
"It's just always been like that." Stein replied. Marie sighed and shook her head.
"And… you're sure this is all you have?" Marie asked. Stein nodded.
"I'm afraid so." Stein replied. Marie shook her head. This was ridiculous. He owned very little.
"But, Stein, how do you live with this little clothing?" Marie asked. Stein shrugged.
"I've never found the need for more clothing. I'm capable of doing my own laundry, and I wear the same thing all the time." Stein added. Marie shook her head and rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe him sometimes.
"But… there's so little here! I need to take you clothes shopping." Marie said, her hands on her hips. Stein's eyes widened.
"Sorry?" he asked. Marie sighed.
"You need new clothes. More clothes, at least. A couple of hoodies-"
"What-ies?" Stein asked.
"- some jeans, for goodness sake, and, most importantly, something without stitches on it." Marie said, exasperatedly. Stein raised an eyebrow.
"Well, what about you? I rarely see you in anything other than that shirt and that skirt, white boots, eyepatch. How is that any different?" Stein asked.
"I have other clothes, for one. Two, you often see me with much less on, and, three, it's different." Marie said. Stein crossed his arms.
"How so?" Stein asked. Marie's brows knitted together in thought.
"Well… It just is!" Marie said, scrunching up her fists. Stein smirked and, pulling all of the clothes Marie had piled on top of him off, stood up in front of her.
"Marie, this is just what I wear. And I, for the life of me, have no clue what a hoodie is." Stein said. Marie sighed.
"See what I mean?" she asked. Stein shook his head.
"Unless you want all of your clothes laden with stitching, I suggest you leave my clothing to my own devices." Stein said. Marie sighed and crossed her arms.
"Fine." Marie said, conceding defeat, walking out of Stein's room.
Right, Marie said, I know what someone's getting for Christmas. And birthdays. And, hell, maybe even Easter.