A/N: This is one of those pairings that it's fine to do one drabble on a whim…but actually sitting down with the intent to write them is hard. They are strange.
Disclaimer: Not I, said the cat.
Insanity: Milk Pair
Two: "Aliens made them do it"
"Why are we doing this?" Ryoma glares at his shoes. They are obnoxiously reflective and pinch his toes together.
Inui pushes his glasses up. He had wanted to wear contacts today. No one would be able to see his eyes in any of the pictures. "Well, it was your idea."
"No." Ryoma turns to look at him, obviously appalled that such a notion had even crossed Inui's mind. "No, it was not."
"Then why are we doing this?"
"That's what I asked you."
They stand there for a moment, frowning at each other in confusion over their predicament.
"We can't return these…" Ryoma gestures at the tuxedos they are wearing. "Can we?"
"No."
It's Eiji who pops his head into the room a split second later. "Oi! Your cue was two minutes ago! Do you want to get married or not!"