"Nngh…" Amagai sat slowly up, rubbing at his aching head. With only one eye open, the captain gazed around his surroundings to reorient himself. His room; he was in his room. That was a good thing, as troubling as a… Was this a hang over? Well, it was certainly his fault for having hung around his friend Kyouraku as he drank again. Though, he did have others there as well.
Getting up with extra care, the hung over man tried to pace himself as he dragged himself out of bed. Something felt rather drafty, but he ignored it. Whoever had brought him back to his room that night had thankfully not tried undressing him, so he needn't worry about getting dressed.
Unfortunately, there was a training exercise that morning. He'd arranged it before he had even known that his friends were going to be dragging him out drinking. Why did they always like to have him around when they did? All Amagai did was pass out! That was hardly fun, right? Still, he had his responsibilities and would regret his decision of the night prior.
Realizing, after glancing at the clock, that he was late, the captain hadn't much choice than head out with what he had on. Although he didn't pay much mind as he shuffled his hung over self down the hall and to the training grounds, the times the man did look up were met with particularly strange looks. The only thing he could think of was that he was particularly disheveled at the moment, since it couldn't be that they didn't recognize him!
Trying to put on his best show for his subordinates, he smiled. "Good morning, everyone!" Ah, he shouldn't have spoken so loud. Yet, looking around, they were giving him just as questioning and embarrassing looks as those in the halls. "Eh? What's wrong with you all..?"
They were silent. It looked like nobody wished to explain.
Finally, Kira awkwardly spoke up, "A-Amagai-taicho… Can I speak to you in private?"
Blinking, Amagai nodded, "Of course." Trying to oblige, the captain took himself and Kira off to the side before inquiring. "Is everything alright?"
"Last night, when you'd passed out, the others dressed you up. I guess you haven't noticed, but… you should probably take a look," the vice-captain explained quietly.
Amagai flushed in embarrassment, "They did?" He quickly looked down, much to his own horror. Stretched by his muscular physique was an outfit resembling, perhaps, a harem girl. A black tube top-like shirt with the top shaped as if it were to accentuate breasts should it have been a woman, and it reached just under his chest muscles with an empire waist. His muscular arms were, too, adorned in a similar fabric and color, but started at the bulge at the start of his bicep with a band and flowed downwardly not unlike his regular kimono sleeves. His abs were bare, and clothes only begun again at his hips where harem-like pants started with the same fabric as the rest of his attire, tied to stay on with his captain haori. It was certainly a strange choice of… clothing his friends chose.
"Th-they decided that, since you were passed out again, that it might be fun to dress you up. I'm not sure where they got all of it, but I guess someone might have had it."
Well, this was certainly troublesome… Amagai brought his hand to his chin as he thought of how he could fix this. He was terribly uncomfortable and hung over, so he didn't much want to push himself so far. Hoping that the pants would remain on his narrow waist with the use of the shirt, he untied his haori and dragged the shirt down his body and messed with it so that it would go over the pants' top. Next he put on his haori. That should be good enough.
Returning to his division, Amagai laughed softly and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm sorry, everyone. I'm a little hung over today, but we can still continue the practice."
Well… So much for not being the talk of Seireitei again!