Tamekichi dropped the box at the edge of the hall, just out of the way of the door. The sound of a cloth-filled box echoed through the entire hall, prompting scientists working on late-minute tasks to poke their heads out to see who had a horrible spill. It was only a particularly rude Moogle.

"Let's do this fast, what's your size?" Tamekichi pulled the top open and sat on to floor, smoothing down the top of his fur. The t-shirts were a pinkish-red with "DCMC" written on the front in alternative white and black.

...It was simple, but well-made.