053 – Shoes
"What about these?" Hikari called from under approximately 3000 pairs of shoes. A pale hand shot up from somewhere within the pile, what could only be a white stiletto clutched desperately in its grasp.
Daisuke and Takeru sat sprawled on the girl's bed, trying in vain to ignore the onslaught of pink currently blinding them.
"I dunno," Takeru stated, running a hand through his blond hair, "sure."
Apparently, the hand did in fact have a body attached to it, as Hikari emerged from the shoe pile like some sort of shaken hero…or vicious mutated shoe beast.
"You've said that for the last seven pairs, Takeru. I need your honest opinion, this is one of the most important nights of my life."
Takeru rolled his eyes, pulling Daisuke's snoring form off his shoulder. "It's just a date, Kari, and to be honest, guys don't really notice what shoes you're wearing."
Hikari snorted, storming over to the bed and yanking at the sleeping Daisuke's hair, ignoring his yelp as he rubbed blearily at his head.
"Some gay men you guys are!"
Takeru just sighed, ignoring Hikari's watery eyes and Daisuke's angry mumbles. It just wasn't worth it.
Next up: 054 - Shirt