Uramichi looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed up in a new costume for the day's filming, which included a sleeveless crop top and shorts. As the weather was getting warmer, he was noticing a trend of stupid and skimpy costumes. Why was he the only one made to wear outfits like this? Was there some kind of bet going on? Was the costuming department taking bribes from moms who watched the show with their kids? The costuming department. His dark eyes narrowed at his own reflection in the mirror. He felt strangely motivated, for once. He was at least going to question the necessity of a cropped shirt over a regular one. He left his dressing room to make his way to costuming, barging into the small office just off set. He found the lone occupant, a familiar face, sorting clothes on a rack. "Hey," he started, approaching. "You got a thing for me showing skin or something?" The motivation he had was quickly waning. He'd intended to insist on his dignity, but he realized he didn't really have much left, after working this job for so long. He sighed. "...What's with these costumes lately?" he asked.