Eyes widened until she could see the whites around his irises.  He looked horrified.  Really, what was it with males and acting as if she’d condemned them to a life of celibacy when she told them they were going shopping?  Hinata rolled her eyes at the over-exaggerated response, waiting for him to get over his shock.  The silence stretched between them ominously as Izumi continued to eat his salad and Hinata looked out the window and sipped her iced coffee.  The normal bustle of Ikeburuko continued far below, its roar muted by the distance.  Finally, the silence was broken by stuttering: “If I have to.. Well.. Then…”<br/><br/>Hinata turned back just in time to see Izumi-san dash out of the room.  Well, he was more subtle than that but the escape was unmistakable.  Really,<span style="font-style: italic">men</span>.  She eyed the empty salad container contemplatively but decided against tossing it out.  She wasn’t his freaking maid, despite what Ishida-san might think.<br/><br/>She scowled at the reminder and stomped back into the living room, uncaring of the closed door that must have been Izumi-san’s room.  He could sulk in there if he wanted, but it didn’t change the fact that he<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>going shopping.  Two finger gingerly lifted a discarded t-shirt.  Thankfully, it didn’t stink like Shirou’s always had.  A flick of her wrist tossed it into a corner of the room.  Her tidying was interrupted by the sudden stomping of feet.  For some reason, they were getting.. fainter?<br/><br/>"Tachibana-san, I have enough clothes! I don't need to go shopping!" Izumi-san exclaimed unhappily, his voice oddly muted for how upset he sounded.  The pink-haired woman glanced towards the door just to see.. no one?  She straightened up and walked back towards the origin of the complaining: the kitchen.  Izumi-san was standing at the entrance, fists clenched defensively.  She waited for him to realize he’d just shouted at an empty room before speaking up.<br/><br/><span style="color: pink"> “Yes, You do have enough clothes,”</span>She agreed pleasantly before her tone turned acerbic,<span style="color: pink">“ to fill a <span style="font-style: italic">dump</span>.”</span>The shirt in her hand was brandished accusingly at him; some large-breasted, orange-haired woman was splayed provocatively on the white surface.<span style="color: pink"> “How in God’s name do you think <span style="font-style: italic">this</span> is appropriate to be worn..”</span>She cast a scathing look at the anime image,<span style="color: pink">“<span style="font-style: italic">anywhere</span>?  And don’t even get me started on what you’re wearing right <span style="text-decoration: underline">now</span>.  Were you trying to go for ‘American hick’ or something?”</span>She shook her head in disbelief,<span style="color: pink"> “Now go get changed into outside-appropriate and we’ll get you some proper clothes.”</span>One foot tapped the floor impatiently.<span style="font-style: italic">Clack clack clack clack.</span>