"Mn!" Well! That most certainly startled him. But out of pure reflex, Genjo had managed to turn and catch the swim trunks his master had tossed him. His eyes widened in shock as he paused and looked at Koumyou for a moment, only to finally look down at the clothing in his own hands.

How tacky. Almost as tasteless as what Genjo's own master was wearing.

"Tch'," he scoffed, clenched his hand a little tighter around it, and went off towards the main beach area. "I'll be back in five minutes."

This entire situation was so stupid.

Of course, he was still going along with it. But that didn't stop it from being stupid.



Sure enough, he slowly shuffled his way back through the sand only five minutes later under the hot summer sun. The purple train-themed bathing suit seems a light-hearted contrast to the years worth of scars, marks, and knicks that littered his torso. The most glaring being the rather obnoxious yet mending burn marks that took up most of the right side of his torso, including most of his arm. He is doing his best to at least cover some of it by having a beach towel draped casually over his shoulders.

"All right. Let's get this over with."