kat8cha | written because of pippin poster and to drive Nikki nuts

Kimeru couldn't help but watch as Aiba and Masa wiggled around. Okay, so technically it was dancing, but Kimeru just classified it as wiggling. Especially when Aiba and Masa were both doing those hip thrusts, and laughing at each other. Brushing his hair out of his face Kimeru smiled as he thought of where the dancer's natural flexibility could be put to better use. The bedroom definitely, or somewhere private at least.

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Shirota crossed his arms over his chest, frowning at the skintight yellow outfit Aiba was sporting. "You're not serious." Aiba rolled his eyes and preceded to fuss with his hair. The other people in the dressing room ignored the two. Nakamasa was fussing with his own outfit, and Shindo was attempting to draw the lines for his 'fish net' onto his outfit.

"I told you ages ago my outfit was a little tight." Aiba waved his hairbrush around. "You're the one who didn't listen to me!" NakaMasa and Shindo exchanged glances, both of them biting back snickers. They wondered when Shirota would notice the large bouquet of roses behind Aiba.
"I didn't think it'd be THIS tight." Shirota huffed, pinching the fabric and hurriedly letting go when Aiba yelped.

"That hurt!" Aiba whacked Shirota with the back of his hairbrush.

"Sorry!" Backing away Shirota almost knocked over the vase. "Who're these from?" Instantly suspicious Shirota's eyes darted around the dressing room.

"Kimeru-san." Aiba stated, rolling his eyes. "I'm not you Shirotan. Not every gift is from some sort of crazy stalkerish fan."

"Yes they are! Everyone's out to g-g- don't stand up!" Shirota's train of thought was derailed as Aiba stood up and turned around, his tight yellow clad derierre shaking. "Aibachii! That's indecent!"

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Masa surveyed his outfit in amusement. He couldn't say he'd worn worse, and he had definitly worn better but this outfit was.... this outfit was definitly different. "It'll probably be easier to preform in then my Stitch outfit." Plucking at the loose sleeves Masa shrugged. He didn't have a choice. At least he didn't look like a banana.