Sorry this is short!
(aren't all of my one-shots short?)
Della was known for being a prankster. Because of this, many people assumed that she was always hyper, that she had a ton of energy.
By the fact that the washing machine still looked brand spanking new and that there as a strict "paper plates and plastic silverware only" policy, that was far from the case.
Della had run out of sleep shirts but didn't bother to figure out how to work the washing machine. She always told herself that she would learn it eventually, but in reality, the time never came.
She had already rummaged through her dirty laundry pile and smelled each and every single sleep shirt. All of them smelled like she should pick up a stick of deodorant and try the miracle stick at some point.
"What am I going to do?" she asked herself, throwing her shirts all over. She just needed one shirt that didn't smell like an absolute dump truck.
Her butt was beginning to get numb as she sat and thought about what she could do. Minutes had passed before she finally came up with an idea.
Completely shirtless, she decided to sneak into her boyfriend's room. Maybe he had a few clean shirts left. Surely he didn't mind her borrowing just one shirt, right?
Della could hear her boyfriend belting out a song as she snuck by the bathroom and to the dresser of the bedroom. Taking her time, she slowly pulled out one of the drawers to reveal his t-shirts. She pulled out the first one and unraveled it.
"Oh, his limited edition Darkwing Duck shirt. Don't think I should wear that," she whispered to herself.
She neatly folded the shirt and placed it back in the drawer. She pulled out another shirt and inspected it.
"I know HTML," Della read aloud, "How to meet ladies." She giggled in amusement. While finding the shirt entertaining, she didn't hear the sound of the shower shutting off.
"Lemme just put this on and I should be good to go," she said. Della took the shirt and threw it on. Due to her boyfriend's large body size, the shirt reached past her knees. Not to her webbed feet, but definitely a smidge past the knees.
While taking a look at the shirt that hung on her, Launchpad came walking out with a fluffy white towel around his waist.
"Is that my shirt?" he asked.
Della turned around and felt her cheeks warm up. "Uh, maybe?" she said, grinning in hopes to make her look innocent.
Launchpad cocked an eyebrow. "Why are you trying on my shirt?" he asked, smiling goofily.
"Well," Della said, beginning her explanation, "I don't have a nightshirt left that's clean, so I was going to borrow one of yours. Just be glad that I didn't choose your limited edition Darkwing Duck shirt," she teased.
"You better not have!" he said defensively. He ran towards his girlfriend and picked her up with ease.
The two laughed as the two spun around. Who knew stealing a shirt would result in this much fun? Well, it was Launchpad, after all. There was a reason why Della fell for this goofball.