Anxiety woke to sunlight filtering through a nearby window. He groaned and the sight of it and rolled over- causing himself to fall off the bed.
   "What the fu-" The anxious teen sat up, rubbing his head. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on his digital clock.
   12:46, it read. "Great," he thought, "I slept in all morning." Anxeity kicked off the blanket that fell with him. He looked for some clothes to wear. He grabbed what he normally wore: an MCR t-shirt and some black skinny jeans. Now all he needed was his hoodie.
   After searching for around fifteen minutes, he realized the hoodie was not in his room.
   "Don't panic," he murmured to himself. "Maybe it's in the wash." He went towards the washroom, walking passed Morality.
   "Kiddo! I see you're not wearing your hoodie. I'm so proud!" Anxiety rolled his eyes at the other's statement. "I'm looking for it. Did you do any clothes last night?" He opened the washer, finding it empty.
   "No. I did them a few days ago. Probably should wash more though..." Morality answer. Being stubborn, Anxiety checked the dryer, and then everywhere else in the washroom. The fatherly trait watched the other, amused.
   "Where the hell is it?!" Anxiety growled, agitated.
   "Language!" Morality said, raising his voice. The other just huffed, pushing past the bubbly trait.
   "It's not that important-" He bit his tongue as Anxiety glared at him. The angsty teen checked his room for another five minutes. He swore under his breath as he did so, until a voice behind him caught him off guard.
   "Looking for this?" Anxiety whipped around, shocked at the sight. Princey was leaning against the doorframe, looking smug, while wearing his hoodie. Princey. In his hoodie.
   "How'd did you get a hold of it?" Anxiety snapped, walking towards him. Princey slipped around the side until he was in the hallway. "Oh, y'know..." The prince smirked at him. "I have my ways."
   By now, Anxiety was furious. "Give it back!" He hissed, practically pinning Princey to the wall. The other just laughed, raising his hands. "Chill out. You left it in my room last night, so I tried it on. It's pretty comfy. I see why you wear it 24/7."
   Anxiety only snarled. Princey sighed, ducking under the other's arm. When Anxiety turned towards the snarky prince, his hoodie hit him in face.
   "Take it back, it's yours anyway..." he turned towards the darker trait. Anxiety was slipping the hoodie on.
   "But between you and me..." he glanced up at the prince as he spoke. Princey smirked. "You look cute without it." He winked and walked back towards his room.
   The remark left Anxiety frozen in the hallway, blushing a shade of red. "Does he really think that...?" He shook his head, trying to clear away his thoughts. Anxiety watched as Princey shut the bedroom door and grinned. He knew the other couldn't hear him, but he said it anyway.
   "And you look cute with it on."