[The bout is over, nothing left of it hanging in the atmosphere. He looks momentarily troubled, and then, a little embarrassed—has Claude only been giving him old catalogs? But the year is current, as far as he remembers. Are these really men's underclothes?]
Either's fine, [he states haughtily, overcompensating for his embarrassment. But in spite of what he says, he still slits his eyes suspiciously at the boxers, glares at Miyuki, boxers again, and finally, slowly, lowers to the drawers to double check. Not seeing the standard, white, and much longer undergarments, he stands abruptly and snatches the boxers away.] Give them to me.
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Either's fine, [he states haughtily, overcompensating for his embarrassment. But in spite of what he says, he still slits his eyes suspiciously at the boxers, glares at Miyuki, boxers again, and finally, slowly, lowers to the drawers to double check. Not seeing the standard, white, and much longer undergarments, he stands abruptly and snatches the boxers away.] Give them to me.