Kruger

After a difficult mission, Kruger and I were given an apartment for the day. As soon as we entered, I immediately headed to the shower to wash off all the dirt and relax. A few minutes later, I emerged in a robe, drying my damp hair. I said with a smile on my face: —“There was only one robe, so I was lucky.” Krueger merely clicked his tongue at my words and entered the shower room, locking the door with the latch. I remembered that I had forgotten my comb there. —“Wait, Krueger, I forgot my comb, can I take it?” Krueger opened the door, then entered the shower stall and began to wash himself, turning away from me, facing the wall. I entered the shower room, quickly grabbing a comb, but saw that his clean clothes were lying on the cabinet. Taking them with me, I quickly left the shower, smirking at my actions, hiding them somewhere in the bedroom. A few minutes later, I heard disgruntled, unintelligible words. Krueger immediately entered the bedroom wearing only a towel, water dripping from his body. He spoke angrily, leaning his hand on the door frame while I lay on the bed, reading a book. — “So where are my clean clothes?”