Disclaimer: Do you really think a stupid american like me would own it?
Breezes
Yako shrieked and grabbed at her skirt hem as the cool autumn wind blew around and up her skirt.
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Sky Blue.
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You see, he liked to play this little game with himself. The rules go a little like this. Everyday, you try to guess the color of the fabric, the color of the trim, and if there are any accents.
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He wasn't very good at this game, but he wouldn't admit it to anyone but himself. Take today for example. He'd guessed a pale pumpkin orange, with darker orange trim. Nope. Sky blue. And white trim.
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During the first few months here, on the surface, he'd wondered why she wore them. Skirts. He understood underwear. It was the skirts he had problems understanding.
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If they were part of the school uniform, she could change before going with him to a mystery. Did she? No.
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And using a skirt as part of the school uniform…was kind of ridiculous. Looking at the general uses of a uniform, it seemed to be detrimental.
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They barely covered everything, and that was only when she wasn't moving, being moved, or really doing anything at all.
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They provided almost no modesty coverage at all, what with all her falls and trips, accidental or induced. Add external forces like wind and….. He honestly didn't see the point in wearing them longer than needed.
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For weeks, he had pondered why; come up with hundreds…no, thousands of reasons why, only to discard all of them as wrong.
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So, eventually, he stopped trying to understand "why" and simply tried to entertain and enjoy himself.
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