"..."

After PAINFUL moments of trying to get into those damned clothes, you (somehow) finally managed. You have absolutely NO clue how he even FITS into it considering how tight on the skin it is. Seriously, how does he even begin to put it on, is something that will... forever remain a mystery, I guess. Well, turns out, in the middle of trying to get those on you, Shuri was done and over with his shower, and your stupid ass didn't even realize it. You finally got it all on, eager to show him that you in fact, do look better than him in it, only to come to the realization that...

He's been standing right fucking there.

You slowly look over at him, having noticed the figure in the doorframe out of the corner of your eye, and yeah, sure enough, he's right there, having been staring for... an unspecified amount of time. He's mostly just confused, as to why you're wearing his gear, and honestly, who wouldn't be at this point. You slowly stood up from the edge of your shared bed. You stare at his wet haired frame for a couple of seconds, before opening your mouth to speak, just for nothing to come out. Damn it, it was supposed to be a 'fun' suprise, but... of course you just fumbled it.

"..."

He just stares in silence, honestly not sure where to begin to question your... sudden decision to wear it, but he's not exactly gonna complain, giving you a once-over, realizing that maybe you don't look TOO bad in it, but also... not as good as he does. He takes a step closer into the room, wearing pretty much nothing besides a shirt and boxers, reasonable for having just came out of the shower, his wet hair slightly going over his eyes and face. He looks at you from a closer angle, trying to make up his mind on what he thinks about it, clearly having mixed opinions on it, deciding to just... get a closer look, already seeing how you tied the rope wrong, got the straps all the way wrong, all that...

"Can you give me a 360?"

"..."

"You tied the rope the wrong way, just saying."