CLOTHES MAKE THE MAN
After everyone had to strip down to their undies for my comparison photos, there was a big pile of clothing on the floor . . .
Ayaka: . . . well, I can see you've taken advantage of the situation to steal Gideon's clothes, Nao . . .
Naoya: What can I say, I'm an opportunist. Besides, it looks better on me.
Ayaka: Well, okay, the WIG looks better on you . . . but the clothes are a bit big.
Naoya: Growing room.
Ayaka: There are a lot of levels on which that statement is absurd, but I'm not going to bother.
Naoya: That's right, never argue with a man in a leather trenchcoat.
Gideon: It takes more than a leather trenchcoat to make a MAN, school boy.
Naoya: Did someone say something?
Gideon: What's the big idea?
Naoya: I'm sorry, you're very naked.
Gideon: Damn straight I am!
|Gideon: Those are MY clothes. I've even got the papers to prove it.|
|Naoya: Are you accusing me of something? They were just lying on the floor. I don't see your NAME on them. Unless your name is "Volks". Volks Wagen perhaps?|
Gideon: Fine, I'll just go find something else to wear.
Naoya: Yeah, you do that, please, or at least get your exhibitionist ass out of here. Could have at least covered yourself up.
Gideon: It's not MY fault I didn't come with underwear.
Naoya: Yeah, yeah, I'm not into naked men, so don't come back unless you're decent.
Ayaka: Nao, you know you're going to disappoint your fangirls saying things like that . . .
Naoya: I have fangirls?
Ayaka: I dunno, but I think so.
Naoya: In that case, tell the ladies I do requests.
|Naoya: Ah, he's back . . .|
|Gideon: *mutter mutter* All I could find . . .|
|Naoya: Uh, I think you forgot something . . .|