It was not unusual for Bucky and Sinthia to share pajamas. And this didn't usually mean that they simply swapped set of clothing designed for sleeping in, but rather that each of them usually ended up wearing half of the set; in regard for wanting to be able to leave the bedroom in a more-or-less covered state, Sinthia usually got the shirts. She was quicker, and while Bucky was pulling on the bottoms she could steal the other half and wrap up in it.
She doubted he minded it much, really.
Morning found her in the kitchen before dawn, though not by much, making coffee; she wore a ridiculously oversized shirt with some kind of cartoon mouse silhouette on the front, filled in with the words for 'magic' in several different languages. Not that she particularly had a favorite thing to sleep in, other than a bed, but she liked this shirt. It was almost downy-soft, and warm, and wasn't so brightly colored that she feared being easily spied through the kitchen window. (She suspected those sets were bought with the intention of her not leaving the bed more than absolutely necessary, and they usually succeeded.) It also left her legs entirely bare, but if the two men she was living with minded that, they never said it where she could hear it. Better that way, too, or they'd never find where she hid the coffee press.
She doubted he minded it much, really.
Morning found her in the kitchen before dawn, though not by much, making coffee; she wore a ridiculously oversized shirt with some kind of cartoon mouse silhouette on the front, filled in with the words for 'magic' in several different languages. Not that she particularly had a favorite thing to sleep in, other than a bed, but she liked this shirt. It was almost downy-soft, and warm, and wasn't so brightly colored that she feared being easily spied through the kitchen window. (She suspected those sets were bought with the intention of her not leaving the bed more than absolutely necessary, and they usually succeeded.) It also left her legs entirely bare, but if the two men she was living with minded that, they never said it where she could hear it. Better that way, too, or they'd never find where she hid the coffee press.
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