DRESS CODE
"This is stupid," she said with a pout, "why am I dressed up like a ladybird or something?"
She looked down at herself, taking in the short red dress and the uncomfortable boots and scowling with displeasure. The helmet that had appeared, much to her surprise, over her head once the blind fell now rested untouched on an oak coffee table.
The blind itself, revealing a picture of a long beach and a young man driving a lonely path upon the shore, swung still with the violence of the change, Kivala flying in agitated circles about Eijiro's head. The old man simply smiled in a bemused fashion and, not for the first time, Natsumi felt her patience wearing thin.
"Seriously," she said, "I want to know why I'm suddenly dressed like a ladybird, and why do you look so stupid?"
Tsukasa lifted the double lens of the Holga toward her, his expression passive yet somehow irritatingly smug.
"You're the only one who looks stupid," he said, winding the film on and setting the exposure time.
She began to gesture with her hand and then, spying the yellow elbow length gloves she wore, hastily began to yank them off.
"Look at you, what's with that denim jacket and the stupid yellow jumper with the 'S' on it? And are those flares you're wearing?"
The camera clicked and Tsukasa looked up, a smirk on his lips.
Natsumi's face filled with blush.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
"Taking your picture," he answered simply.
"What the hell for?" she demanded.
He shrugged and the camera clicked once more.
"To upload them on the internet, maybe," he paused, smiled and raised an eyebrow, "Natsumikan, in how many of the worlds we've visited do you think you've had internet fansites dedicated to you?"
Her face deepened with blush, her eyes widening and nostrils flared slightly with anger.
"Go to hell, Tsukasa!" she snarled and, with one thumb of her right hand sticking up, she lunged forward.