Aaron Reed picked up Oliver Bloom's white T-shirt from his bed, grabbed a basin, and walked out. Oliver seemed to remember something, "Wait."
The clothes in Aaron Reed's hand were suddenly snatched away, and then he was smacked in the face with another white T-shirt.
"This one's new, it's for you," Oliver said.
Aaron Reed held the new shirt in his hand, amused. On a sports team, besides underwear, what clothes can't they share with each other?
"I don't mind if you're dirty."
Not thinking much of it, he took a shower, and emerged wearing the T-shirt. He saw the previous T-shirt neatly folded on Oliver Bloom's bed.
But Oliver wasn't in the room.
Aaron Reed was finally intrigued.
He placed the towel and basin at his feet, picked up the shirt, shook it open with both hands, leaned back a bit, and looked it over carefully. He couldn't see anything off about it.
When he turned it over, finally, he saw the red cloth tag on the shirt.
Aaron Reed looked closer, "Yilri Garment?"
