They're still muddy, still angry, and still arguing.

"Why are you being such a jerk about this?" She's glaring daggers at him as they both toe off their shoes. "I wasn't trying to cause you trouble."

"Trouble is not the problem." He pulls the wet kimonos from his hakama and lets them fall to the floor. "Your lack of self-preservation, however, is."

"You're impossible!" Not thinking a lick about it, she pulls her shirt over her head and gets in his face. "I—why are you smirking?"

A claw catches her bra strap, his head tilting curiously. "What is this?"