Prompt: Taste
"Ugh, Kuro-pin! Your clothes look horrible! We have to get you some new ones!"
Kurogane glanced down at his outfit to see what was so offensive. Sure, there were a few rips and tears from when the arrows had started to rain down on them, yeah, and maybe a swatch of fabric had been torn in his efforts to hide behind a tree and sneakily dispose of the archer, but there was nothing really wrong with them. It wasn't possible to keep clothes perfect all the time. No one could live like that.
"Uh, Kurogane-san...I think I'm going to have to agree with Fai. Those are looking a little beat."
Beat? Ha. The kid hadn't been in enough swordfights to see what clothes looked like when you wore them out. Threads, Syaoran. Not a pretty sight. These were practically immaculate.
He waved their comments about his wardrobe off. The pork bun covered its nose. Kurogane was surprised it even had a one. He was about to make a remark to that effect when Sakura broke in.
"Ohmygosh, Kurogane-san, is that blood?"
He checked. Nah, if it was, it was somebody else's. He shrugged.
"It's probably mud." Running through the rain on wet terrain will down that. You were bound to get a little muddy now and then. It just showed that you were doing your job, that you weren't slacking off all day, and that you'd seen some action and come out okay. Back at Shirasaki, clothes like this would have earned him wide-eyed stares, nods of approval, and envious glances.
"Mud?" Fai exclaimed, and hastily began hauling him, clothes and all, off to the bathroom to get washed off.
Tsh. Kurogane scowled. There was no accounting for taste.
