Sunday 1.18 - A Temporary Escape

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Yohji stared at the contents of his closet and felt completely uninspired. Usually he could be ready for the club scene in 3 minutes or less, as about eighty percent of the clothing he owned had been bought with that in mind. Tonight though, nearly everything he picked up gave him mental flashbacks to Ran's disapproving glare over breakfast.

Why is that bothering me? Ran wouldn't know fashion if it came up behind him and smacked him over the head with a two-by-four. He's not even going out with us. Ferchrissakes, what's my *problem* today?

Everything pink now occupied an unhappy pile on the floor. Everything else that Yohji imagined Ran hating occupied another, equally unfortunate, albeit larger pile next to it.

That left a whole lotta black.

Yohji rolled his eyes at himself for caring, and grabbed an unusually subdued shirt off the rack.

Peeking into the hallway, he saw no sign of Ken yet, so he wandered to his door and knocked lightly.

"Hey, Kenken?"