It was hot in there. Hot and tight and sweaty. His breaths came out in short, tamed huffs as he tried to act the most naturally and at the same time – the most elegantly as the man in his situation could. It was kind of hard when he had to also stand still and pretend that nothing was happening, when it obviously was. He wished he could just run away. His nose itched…
'Are you ready?' asked someone, pushing his hands away and giving him his own fan, as deadly as always. He wanted to say that he wasn't, but instead, he just nodded. He couldn't really do anything else as he would ruin everything by that. He glanced outside, already seeing Minato doing his own job and doing perfectly fine in it.
He couldn't be worse, right? If only his ribs didn't try to get to his stomach it would be quite fine… 'Then go!' he heard as he was pushed forward. He moved, regretting everything that was done so far and stepped outside as well. The room cheered with him. He smiled brightly at them, covering his masked face behind the fan as the calls elongated.
'Well, this is awkward.' He murmured as he rose the fold of his dress and bowed as nicely as he could 'The corset is killing me.'
Oh, he hated disguised missions.