Panchira
Tres did not like the summer uniform. He saw no necessity in it. He did not like things there was no necessity in. He did not need a summer uniform. He did not get hot like the others. He crossed his arms in irritation, tugging subtly at the trousers that had been shortened to a disgustingly tiny length. Was it even alright for men to wear these?
"Tres!" came the pitiful cry of a man he knew well. Tres felt his mood almost felt his mood lighten as Abel through himself at the robot's feet to save himself from the wrath of several dozen orphan children.
Abel's bare arms wrapped around his knees. "Tres you've got to help me." Abel looked up pleadingly, grasping his bare legs. Suddenly he froze. His eyes took on that perverted glint he'd only seen a few times before, and frankly he never wanted to see it again.
"What?" Tres looked from the still children to the giggling Abel, who refused to let go of his legs. But Abel wasn't looking at his face.
"Panchira." a little girl whispered, close to laughing. A few more little girls joined in. Tres' pants had been pulled past his hips, revealing standard black boxers. Abel didn't seem to mind though.
"Don't worry Tres, I think you look good like that." Tres removed Abel from him, throwing him to the evil children.
"This is why I hate summer."
OWARI
Panchira: a term japanese females use to tell each other their panties are showing. i drew Tres wearing that summer uniform, wee!