"Meh, whadda you know. You've got a pom-pom and dork sunglasses," Aoi grumbled. He stripped the shirt off and rooted through the box for the next size up. Still muscle-hugging tight, but it left only a tiny strip of waist on display. Perfect. You know, color didn't look half-bad on him.

"The thing's not startin' just yet, right? I'm gonna find some better pants to go with. Duster won't be able to help winning when he sees what a sexy sonuvabitch he's got fighting alongside him."