A/N: Likely takes place towards the beginning of the stay in the Digiworld.
Yolei was changing, and it took her only a few moments after putting on a shirt to realize she had a problem.
"I really need to do laundry," she groaned as she crouched down and opened up another drawer and searched through it for a pair of pants. She lifted out a pair of shorts and immediately put it back. "No, I need jeans, not shorts, because it's too cold for shorts, and I don't really want to wear a skirt..."
"Hey Yolei, do you wanna' – aaaagh! Good lord woman, clothe yourself!"
She turned from where she was still crouched on the floor and glared at Davis, who was standing in the doorway shielding his eyes. "Am I supposed to be insulted?"
Davis grimaced from behind his hands. "Well I'm not the one wandering around without pants on!"
She rolled her eyes. "Davis, I've seen you in your boxers. You've seen me in a bikini. We're living in the same house, and I can't find a clean pair of jeans. Get used to it. Now out."
Davis obediently left.