Your clothes? What the hell did you mean by tha-- Shitting dick fucks! [Oh. He forgot about this side of her. Sides, to be specific. The bossy one and the cat one since it has been a long time since the two had seen each other. Which could explain why he jumps back in shock, dropping the bouquet on the ground. He had to bite down on his tongue from swearing loudly, the sensation he feels like now akin to having lighting suddenly striking him.

After making sure his heart wasn't really lodged in his throat, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down. There was a brief look of annoyance at Shijima when he approached her, running both hands through his hair. The bouquet was ignored completely. Wasn't like anyone tangible would get them anyway.]

Jesus, Shijima! A little warning next time would be nice. My lives flashed before me eyes for a moment.

[Still he follows her orders and picks up her clothes. A whipped man whenever it came to the girls in his life. Lives. Whatever. Careful in folding them up, he notes the amount of blood on them and hates the fact she appeared when there was snow everywhere. The white blanketing everything around them made it seem much more brighter than it should be.] We're definitely going to play a round of Twenty Questions when we get back to the motel.

Which isn't a bad thing, mind you. They have great room service there and the vending machine there is decent.