kat8cha | (no subject)

Nomura fussed over his outfit.

He had to have everything perfect or else it might fly off when he jumped out of the helicopter. Wearing flash pants while dropping through the air was not the best of ideas, but it wasn’t like Nomura could take time to remove a flight suit once he had landed at his destination. Sure he occasionally wore ‘normal’ clothes for these things, but only if the client requested it.

“YO! STRIPPER!” The pilot turned to yell back at him. “Get your parachute on! We’re coming up on the place.”

Hurriedly Nomura put on the parachute and hurried over to the helicopter door. When they began to hover the door was hauled open by one of the companies many workers and Nomura was pushed out. He waited for the appropriate time to pull the parachute open but before he could do so he felt the pants ripped from his body. Face turning red Nomura fumbled with the parachute’s cord. It was going to be one of those nights.