"Where the fuck are my pants?!" A voice howled. Looking up from her book, Reika was gifted with the sight of Rael running into the room, pants-less. "Ohmigod, my EYES!" Aina cackled and tumbled off the couch.

Rael glared at Reika, who was looking politely confused, and the still giggling Aina, before turning to the con-artist and teenager sitting on the couch. "Where. Are. My. Pants?!" He growled. Ambar snickered and Nick gave him an innocent look, "Which pants?"

"MY pants!"

"You mean the green ones with yellow lining?"

"YES!"

"I don't know those."

"You bastard!" Rael screamed, throwing a comb at his head, which the older man easily caught between his fingers.

"Why do you need your pants so badly anyway?" Reika asked innocently. "Because," Aina said, pointing to Rael's underwear, "do you really want to see that?" Reika blushed and uttered a little shriek, submerging her face back into her book as Rael screamed something at the blonde. "Honestly Rael, I thought you were supposed to wait until after the first date before you got undressed!"

Nick and Ambar chuckled as it was Rael's turn to blush. Glaring daggers at Aina (who smiled back sweetly), he turned to dash out the door before something caught his eye in the window.

Green cargo pants fluttered a parody on the flagpole.

"I HATE YOU ALL!"