Author’s Note: So when I wrote this, I was looking for something light after a bit of darkness, and I surprised myself by writing a bit of Vred and Malina fluff. It was funny, and the first thing I thought of when I looked for today’s theme.
This was, actually, tweaked a bit by Liana Mir, as I do still make mistakes with Vred.
“Here.”
Vred glanced at the article of clothing she held out to him, taking in the color and garish decoration before he looked back up at Malina’s face. “You are still angry with me?”
She laughed, almost dropping the sweater on the floor. “No, but I don’t think we have anything else around here that would fit you. Just because I have two brothers does not mean that either of them are your size. That was Dad’s. It should fit, and before you say anything, my mother bought it for him.”
Vred took the sweater from her. He was practical enough to know that he needed to change and it would be warm and his size. He did not know that he should object to it. He started to replace his ruined garment, and she flushed red, leaving the room.
After he had changed, he turned his attention back to his phone and the many things he had to do.
It was not until Alik crossed into the room and stopped, staring at him, that Vred looked up. “Something wrong?”
“Oh, no. Simply admiring my sister’s handiwork, that’s all.”
Vred frowned.
“There is a whole box of Dad’s clothes upstairs, and she chose the shirt he hated the most. I think Kale bought that when he was drunk. I also think you might have fit into something of mine.”
Vred looked down at his shirt. “Devious.”
“And she knows how to fool your senses. This should be interesting.”
Vred looked slightly annoyed. “They’re not foolproof. I’m not an empath.”
Alik raised his eyebrows.
Vred sighed and shoved back the computer. “A change of clothes would be nice.”
Malina walked into the kitchen, took a look at Vred and then calmly crossed over and hit Alik. He glanced at her—not the only one to do so.
“You changed him,” she hissed. “I wanted pictures.”
Wordlessly, Alik passed her the cellphone.
She wrapped her arms around him. “You are the best brother ever.”
“Hey!”
“Sorry, Enadar, but Alik still wins that contest,” Malina said, smiling as Alik shook his head and walked away. She shrugged, grinning as she ran off with her prize.