"Yozak. Don't show me your dresses. Again." Conrad's eye gave an involuntary twitch as he stared at the man, well, a man wearing a dress.
"Why? You want to wear it Captain?" Swaying her- his hips, he grinned as he watched the disgusted look in his best friends' eyes. He was wearing a pink dress with bright pink frills at the bottom and on the sleeves.
"No. Once again, I repeat, get out of here before I end your job." The brunette replied, teeth grinding in frustration, he was getting really annoyed right now.
"I don't think you can do that." The ginger-haired man leaned forward, carefully balanced on the high heels. Index finger tapping the nose of the shorter man.
"You are going to be the death of me. It's a good thing someone is still sane in this relationship."
"Oh? So in this relationship you're the insane one while I'm the sane one. Makes sense." Yozak happily replied, showing the sly grin that usually means sarcasm or I win.
"What? I'm the sane one-" the Rutenburg patriot paused, quickly understanding what he meant by that. Face turning beet red he turned his head so his friend wouldn't see him. Too late.
"Aww. Is captain blushing?"
"S… Shut up."
"So, I haven't got anything to do. And Heika is still in earth. What do you say about going to the field at the borders. I still don't know how to play this 'Vaseball'". He smiled, grabbing his superior by the hand as he reach the door.
"It's baseball, and you're in a dress."
"Then why don't you help me change into far more comfortable ones?"
"Happy to oblige."
"Why the hell are you wearing Conrad's clothes?"