Chapter Ninety: Black Tie Affair
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.
Song Playing: Putting On the Ritz- Taco version
Theme 50: Affair
His glare was unwavering, though it was slightly less effective than usual due to the obvious painful grimace that would occasionally make its way across his features. "No."
"You are under the delusion that dressing yourself is an option." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Which it isn't. And do you know why it isn't an option?"
Mamori may have been dressed to the nines in her heels and jewelry but the look she was giving him clearly indicated that she was more than willing to throw down on this particular subject. Hiruma ground his teeth together clearly indicating he would rather swallow his own tongue than give her an answer. Luckily Musashi was sitting quietly in the corner with a newspaper and he was more than happy to comply.
"Because he's bull-headed enough to break his arm for a win."
She pointed an accusatory finger in the quarterback's face, close enough for him to go momentarily cross eyed following it. "Because you're stupid enough to break your arm for a football game. So you can quit your whining and pick."
His answer was a lot less complimentary than it could have been.
She crossed her arms and stared him down. "You can grumble all you want but the fact of the matter is one of us is helping you get dressed. You obviously can't do it yourself and you're the one who insisted on formal wear. It doesn't matter to me which one you choose but you have to choose one. So who's it going to be? Musashi or me?"
"Personally," Musashi said as he gently eased a white button up over his friend's shoulders. "I would have preferred Anezaki."
To which his friend replied with the eloquent answer of, "Fuck off old man."