The Dude

“Those are patterned underwear. Why does it have frills in it?”

“These are… the new fad?” I asked.

“Why are you asking me? You’re the one wearing them.”

Incontrovertible. “I suppose.”

“Okay, okay. I don’t give a jack about your fashion sense, nor your… other dispositions. But what I do care about is not coming in late for assembly. Do you want welts across your arm?”

"I thought they banned physical punishment."

"Yeah, well they run loopholes about them, and whe- for God's sake, man, pull up your pants!"

I slid them up gingerly. They curled around my waistline pretty well. I should get these custom-ordered sometime. "Done."

"Thank you!" he said, throwing his arms in the air.

As his arms slackened, his face seemed to scrunch up. It looked as if he was agonizing over something. Or maybe his viagra kicked in. His hand made its way to his head and he scratched it frantically. 

Then he extended a hand. The one unpreoccupied.

I took it and gave it a pumping shake for an impression. Handshakes are pretty rare these days. Let alone one in the bathroom.

"Hell of a grip." he said.

"Thanks. My brother thought me how to do that."

He raised both his eyebrows. "Well anyway, I'm Kenkichi."

"Misaki."

"You're... never mind that."

It's off to a good start.