For Karen. Again.
Oshitari and Mizuki
sales money vision
"No, Mizuki-kun," Oshitari murmured, stroking his hand gently down the plush fabric. "I do believe that purple is much more your colour than mine." Though he spoke the words, Yuushi honestly didn't want to spend that much money on something he could easily through the sales in his mother's favourite mailorder catalogue.
"Nfufufu... your vision must be impaired, Oshitari-kun. Perhaps you really do need real lenses in those shabby frames of yours. It's quite obvious that this coat would be perfect on you." Mizuki purred, running his hands up and down the breast and sleeves of a particularly hideous purple housecoat.
It was right about then that Oshitari Yuushi wondered just how his family knew the Mizuki's, and just why their parents had decided it a good idea for the two boys to go shopping for new clothing together.