| Fuck all my clothes are just geeky. | |
| “Misha? Does this look okay?” | |
| I turn to Misha, she’s got a better idea of fashion then me. This shirt looks okay right? She's working on something on her laptop though. | |
| “Yes.” | |
| She’s not even looking! | |
| “Miiiiishaaaa, come on, I need your expertise. I don’t want to look dumb when I’m out with Francois-san” | |
| She sighs, “Look Rei, you are so out of your field with her. You literally can’t match her.” | |
| Ugh, what a sucker punch. This is a mistake… | |
| She sighs again, “Rei, if she likes you, just dress how you want to. If she is telling the truth I doubt she cares, does she even know what’s fashionable anymore?” | |
| “Hey, she still looks gorgeous!” | |
| Misha does not look moved. | |
| “...I guess she is dressing kinda differently, sorta? But she still looks amazing.” | |
| Misha turns back to her work. “Come on Misha, don’t you have something you can lend me?” | |
| “No.” She is intent to return to her work, “Stop stressing out, has she even ever said anything about it?” | |
| “Ummmm…” | |
| “Come on Rei, you said she was married to you before right? Even if she flirts with you half as much as you- | |
| “She IS!” | |
| “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” | |
| “She is Misha, she is always getting close, there are so many touches, and glances, the other day she cupped my face and….” Oh god, I could have melted there, all she had to do was lean in. She should have. What I am thinking, that’s too much! I don't want her to kiss me? But I DO! I want her to step all over me! I want her to sear me! Make me hers! Ruin ME! Say my name… | |
| Rei… | |
| “Earth to Rei” | |
| “Huh?” | |
| “God you're hopeless,” When did Misha get up? She pulls my gray hoodie from my closet. “Here wear this one, it’s much better that your old ratty zipper hoodie” | |
| “I love my P5 hoodie!” | |
| “Yah and it’s also beat to shit, here, also go in these shorts.” She shows the articles to me. I haven't thought about this gray hoodie in a while. The sleeves past the elbows are green and a star in a black circle sits on the elbows. It's one I don't wear too often, it’s… I don’t know, it feels too loud for me. The shorts are black running shorts, and well … a little short. | |
| “These show off a lot of legs…” | |
| “It’s been a warm May Rei, and I’m sure your wife will love the show.” She forces the clothes into my hands and reaches into the closet again. “One more suggestion...” She pulls out a green rimmed cap and drops it on my head. “Hrmm, yah I think that works. You owe me.” She says nonchalantly and returns back to her work. | |
| “Ummmm…” Is this really good? “Isn’t this kinda boyish?” | |
| There is a pained sound that escapes from Misha, “It’s all your getting Rei. Trust me, it works.” | |
| It’s not like I have a better look figured out. | |
| “You’re going to be out after ten right?” | |
| “Yes, I will get this paper done if it kills me.” | |
| “Okay, I’m probably going to bring Francois-san over after.” | |
| “Here? It’s small, didn’t you say her dorm room is big?” | |
| “Yah but I’ve been there everyday since this started, her roommate hasn’t said anything but… I think it’s been a lot? Francois-san thinks we should give her some space too.” | |
| “Fine, I mean it’s your problem to deal with, I’ll be back in the evening, I’ll probably shoot you a text when I’m incoming.” | |
| “Thanks Misha” | |
| “Sure, good luck with your date.” | |
| “It’s not a date!” | |
| It’s kinda a date. |