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What to expect: Gig fluff if you squint.

This was written on my mobile last night. Excuse typos and the overall shortness.

The kid was mad at him.

Well, not like he could blame her. He'd be mad too if she set one of his favorite shirts on fire. But it wasn't like he did it on purpose. Hell, it wasn't even his fault. He was actually just holding the thing in his hand to get it out of the way, as he sifted through their shared closet to find his own shirt to wear when the stupid cow came barrelling in with a goddamn torch in her hands.

Who was the shit stupid enough to give her fire? And why had she still not learned how to knock? Better yet, why the fuck did she decide that when their door was locked that it was a fucking good idea to just break it down?

The stupid cow had her mouth open, prepared to scream something retarded at him as usual, before she snapped it shut. Fire spread over her cheeks and lit up her ears, as she regarded him in all his shirtless, wet haired, freshly showered glory.

Gig raised an eyebrow.

"Stop ogling me, you stupid cow."

"I... I'm not og... ogling you!"

Next thing he knew, she was waving her arms around like a crazed, embarrassed maniac. Gig had stepped back to avoid her, but when she waved the torch too close to his hair, he held up his hand to catch it, only for the shirt to be caught instead.

They had both stared at it. Before Gig could even tell her that this was her fault, Danette had gone off to snitch on him to the kid. Like he had done something wrong.

Gig rolled his eyes. Just thinking about it made him want to bang his head against the nearest wall.

"Really, kid," he said, exasperated. "Why are you even mad? You wear bras all the damn time!"

Granted, they were in bed, and for reasons that defied all logic, she only wore shirts when she was about to go to sleep. Still, if she wore a bra outside then she could damn well wear one inside. And it was one measly shirt. She had others!

"Look, here." He threw his own shirt at her. "I'll give you one of mine, so let's call it even, alright?"

Hell, he didn't even know why he was the one that had to deal with this. If anyone should be giving up a shirt, it was the stupid cow.

"Stop sulking, kid."

"I'm not sulking," she said obstinately, slipping his shirt over her. He swallowed inaudibly at the sight.

"Yes you are."

She frowned.

He returned it.

"What was so special about that shirt anyway?" he asked.

"One of the merchant gods gave it to me."

"Hmm," he hummed. It was pretty plain to be a gift from a rich as hell merchant god. The shirt was thin and white. It didn't hide much, and there were nights Gig enjoyed that. But the god clearly intended for it to be some sort of freebie undershirt.

"He said I'd get discounts at the shop if I wore it."

Gig coughed. Hard.

"That shitty pervert." He cringed at the thought of an old man leering at her. as if he hadn't done the exact same thing when they shared a body. Hell, even after. "Which merchant god?"

The kid regarded him for a moment. "... Why?"

"Why do you think?"

"You can't kill a merchant god, Gig."

"Says who? You've done it! Twice! For damn discounts! Who does that?"

"But they wanted to fight! This one's peaceful. You can't provoke him."

"Well, tough shit. I don't need to provoke anybody. See, there's this thing called slaught—" he stopped when she suddenly slipped out of bed. "Where are you going, kid?"

"To warn him."

"Oh, for shit's sake. I'm not killing, lover boy, so don't friggin go out like that!"

"I'm wearing a shirt."

He paused. Well, she had a point. but the fact that she was wearing one would be the precise reason why she'd attract attention in the first place. Not to mention that it was his. He already knew what everyone would think as soon as they saw her.

Gig groaned in dismay.

"Wait, kid!"

While their relationship wasn't a secret, they did tend to keep all affection behind closed doors. Locked away and tacit. She couldn't just walk out like that.

Seizing her by the elbow, he pulled her to him.

"I said," he growled in her ear, "fucking wait."

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