Day 32: In Which They Argue About His Pants
Elsa enjoyed a tranquil morning of black tea and tending to her plants on the balcony when he came outside yawning. He looked like he had just woken up, hair sticking out everywhere, piping hot mug in one hand whilst the other reached under his hoodie to scratch his stomach. The back of her neck heated up, and she felt the urge to make her presence known.
Elsa cleared her throat, and his eyes moved in her direction. His eyes lit up as he found her, making her heart skip a beat.
Untying her hair so some of her face was covered, she gestured in his direction. "Nice sweatpants," she mocked with an arched eyebrow.
Jack shrugged. "It's laundry day."
"I'm not judging."
"Yeah, you are," he retorted as he sipped from his mug.
"Well, did you not read the article I sent you about establishing a routine when working from home? One of the topics was that you should still dress like you usually would to go to the office."
He leaned against the railing, puffs of steam dancing in front of his face. "What makes you think I don't dress like this when I go to work?"
"Do you?"
"... I don't."
Elsa shook her head disapprovingly. "My point still stands, then."
Jack scowled at her. "Why are you so interested in my wardrobe anyway?"
"Who said I am?" she asked with a contemptuous laugh.
"You just scolded me for daring to wear PJ's in the comfort of my own balcony."
She scoffed as she moved to stand right in front of him. "That is not what I did at all."
"Uh, that was, like, two seconds ago. I'm pretty sure I remember what happened."
"Oh, for the love of God, you're not making any sense—"
"You are not making any sense, Elsa!"
Elsa rested her chin on one of her hands and twirled a lock of hair around her finger with the other. "What's in the mug, Jack? Isn't it a bit too early to start drinking?"
Gesturing down at his body, he stated, "Only drink that has entered this temple today is coffee."
Elsa tsked. "Right. I forgot that you're an idiot even without the use of substances."
Jack made a show of flexing his biceps as he smirked at her, and she knew he was up to no good even before he opened his mouth.
"Listen, if you wanna see me out of my pants, all you gotta do is ask."
These drabbles can be divided into three categories: humor, flirting, and pining.
