When didn't he borrow clothes? Hanging out with friends and non-chalantly sliding a shirt on to try it out with curiousity, or wriggling up a pair of discarded jeans on the floor after a cheeky little tryst somewhere, or scooping up another 'abandoned' pair of sneakers, freshly belched up and drool-coated.

Well, Tal's closet of hoodies was certainly no different to the threadphile mog. The hardest part was trying to decide which. They were all too large for him, and that suited him just fine. At least he had the good nature to ask permission, glancing back to the fuzzy dragon clicking away at his computer.
Tal glanced over and smirked with a cheeky gleam in his eyes. No one got away with one of his hoodies for very long. Tsumi was almost counting on it. The mog caught that gleam though, narrowing his own eyes.
'No surprises, k'po! I'm just borrowing it for a bit!' He said, thumbing over the plush fabric as Tal smirked and nodded. "No surprises, I promise~" His large tail almost idly crossed over itself behind his back.
'If you want, you could come along for a ride, k'po." Tsumi offered as he zipped the baggy hoodie up, and thumbed playfully at a pocket to gape it at its usual owner.

The sleek orange frame grinned, and slid from his chair, to pad over to his sibling. Nosing at Tsumi's cheek to savour a waft of that sweet strawberry scent, he then ducked down towards that pocket, and slid himself into the plush embrace, readily and rapidly smoothed out, completely imperceptible.
Tsumi grinned, petting over the front of the hoodie, able to feel Tal's soft squirms. This was gunna be fun.

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This was not the fun he'd intended.

Tsumi glanced about the corner of the building he'd had to vacate at speed, when Tal's unerring, an unearthly long tongue had shot out of his pocket, and wrapped about the head and shoulders of some rhino easily several heads taller than him from amidst a crowd of their friends. But with unbothered ease, he'd reeled him back in, and was rapidly greeting the burly figure into the opposite pocket of his hoodie, and his jaws awaiting within.

The mog grunted as the squirms and struggles rocked him in place. His cheeks burned as he heard the effortless ingestion of the huge pachyderm in that jacket, watching as he made no more of a bulge than Tal had as he was sucked inexorably inwards.

'D-Dangit, Tal!' Tsumi squeaked, panting as he glanced around the corner again for the crowd of disgruntled figures looking to save their friend. 'You promised no surprises!'

Tal's tail snaked out of one pocket, waving, wagging, only too pleased with himself for the mischief, and his free meal writhing down his gullet.

'..At least burp his stuff back up, k'po.' Tsumi muttered, poking that plush tail-tip.

Still on my doodle-fix, a goofy gift for  Taluthus with his hungry hoodies~ <3