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Chitose eyed the object being held in front of him.

"You're kidding." Peering around said object, which Chitose refused to identify at the moment, even though he knew what it was, Chitose gazed questioningly at Shiraishi.

Shiraishi smirked cheerfully, rubbing his thumb over the black fabric of said unnamed object. "You did lose to Tezuka." Shiraishi wouldn't be so smug if Fuji had kicked hias ass and **he** had to wear a skirt.

Yes, the previously unnamed object was most definitely a black skirt, a regulation breaking black skirt in fact. There was no way it would make it to Chitose's knees.

"I'm not on the team anymore. I so resigned. I wrote a touching letter even." This was all Osamu's fault, and Chitose swore he was going to steal Osamu's hat the next chance he got. It's not like the stealing, and subsequent destruction of Osamu's hat, would even put a nick on Chitose's karma. The hat was a crime against humanity.

"You still played," Shiriashi tossed the skirt at Chitose's face, "so you have to pay the penalty."

Grumbling Chitose held up the dinky piece of fabric. "Well, at least I know you'll all be mentally scarred by the sight of my lily white hairy legs poking out of this thing."

Shiraishi snickered, revealing two objects he'd heretofore kept hidden. "Don't be an idiot, you've got to shave too."