"It would've been wrong of me to have interrupted them, wouldn't it?" Disagreement was expected, given that both of them had been tempted to do that very thing. Everyone deserved a stress-reliever now and again, which was the only reason Allie hadn't climbed out of her nice warm bed and stomped out to that closet to tell Minnie Mouse and the Swedish Chef to shut the fuck up. Frankly, though, if Ollie had suggested it, she would've done it.
"That's the rule of thumb when it comes to arguing with me, isn't it?" There was no longer any anger in her own voice, simply a matter-of-fact recounting of their usual tiffs. "Always come prepared. Fortunately for you, your wonderful sister is so forgiving." It wasn't a subconscious urge that had her pointedly stroking the smooth silk around her neck. Yes, she really was forgiving.
Allie giggled lightly when he voiced his clothing option. "As long as you don't stretch it too much. Nice things like that are getting harder and harder to come by, and I really don't want to be forced to wear a once-nice blouse that sags unattractively in the bust area." Stroking her cheek, she considered her own wardrobe options. "As for me, something striped, of course. Maybe the red one?" She wrinkled her nose. "No, maybe not. That'd make us look a bit too Christmassy, I think..."
A grin, which failed to dim upon hearing their cranky roommate's grumbling, came when Ollie began to sing for her. "It does, but maybe we can save it for a holiday duet. This place is in severe need of another talent night." She nodded sagely.
Years ago, a torn shirt would've gone straight to the trash, but now, with such a limited wardrobe, that wasn't a smart option. Allie had been attempting to learn how to sew, a dull and frustrating task, one of those necessary evils that came with the knowledge that there were no more tailor shops around. Nodding, she sighed. "I'll see if I can fix the shirt tomorrow. For now, take it off and let me see the damage."
"You realize purple and yellow are a terrible color combination, right?" Allie asked, upon seeing the bruise along her brother's back. Shaking her head, she applied alcohol to the strip of gauze and began dabbing at the blood on his forehead. "And it'll be your fault if I puke on you, just so you know." She really hoped it didn't come to that. Pretending the bright red stuff wasn't blood would be her only option.