14. Closet
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Mamoru didn't know what to wear.
He didn't usually have that problem, since he really didn't care what others thought of him. And he had enough clothing to choose from.
The problem was that he wanted to not only make a good impression on Usagi's parents, he wanted to show Usagi that he wasn't just some jerk in a green jacket. He pulled out a white shirt, figuring that was as good of a place to start as any.
Five minutes later, he'd pulled out 4 white shirts, all laid on his bed. He debated which one to pick. The collared one would look good with a sweater, but what if he got warm? He could pick the under shirt, throwing a colored shirt over it, but he didn't want to insult anyone by being too casual.
30 minutes later, he was down to a pair of black slacks and no shirt, frowning at his now bare closet. Most of the contents had found their way on the floor and bed, leaving him digging for a blue sweater to wear over the white collared shirt. The blue would match her eyes, that was for sure. It would be a safe bet. Maybe she'd notice how well put together he looked at compliment him on it.
He sighed, noticing that at present they were both wrinkled from being at the bottom. He was going to have to wash and iron them now.
It was a good thing that Christmas was still 4 days away.