Kazama sputtered going a vibrant shade of red.
"I don't need your help! In fact YOU look like you could use some help!!" he replied indignantly. And to be honest it did look like Shinchan could use some help, both of his arms were full of heavy looking paper bags and he balance a tot (filled with what appeared to be manga's) on his silky head.
He pinched his lips together, brow's lifting into a wizened expression. "True dat" he agreed, nodding his head and somehow still balancing that tot bag on his head.
For some reason this irked Kazama to no end, perhaps it was the hoards of people carelessly jostling around and being unnecessarily rowdy or the fear that the tot would fall right off Shinchan's thick head and fall smack dab on Kazama's own face.
But whatever the reason, he gave a mighty huff and shifted the bag paper bag on his right hand to his left and grabbed the tot from Shinchan's head, Shinchan gave a sort of strangled scream then sighed in relieve, "I thought you were gonna knock it down or something"
"Shut it"
They walked in silence, to nowhere in particular, Shinchan had quite forgotten his sister by now, he tended to forget things quite easily, and suggested that they go home already.
Kazama couldn't agree more, he still felt very strange in this dress, but..he smiled a bit, it wasn't so bad.
It was on the way home from the station that it occurred to Kazama that Shinchan hadn't reacted any differently to him dressed like this. Except initially, he had been acting so much like he usually did that Kazama had on more than one occasion completely forgotten that he was dressed strangely.
He chanced a glance at the boy now, it was around afternoon and the sun shone down mercilessly, Shinchan had beads of sweat on his forehead and seemed to be humming away to some unknown tune.
It suddenly occurred to Kazama that Shinchan was dressed strangely too, walking around in his pajama's, jeez he'd missed this detail the whole time they were together, Shinchan was not self conscious at all.
"Do you think it's strange?" he asked, he was certain whatever reply he would get would be honest, Shinchan said what he felt like as frankly as a person with no tact whatsoever.
"What?" He turned to face him. The humming had stopped.
"Well..er, this" Kazama pointed at his outfit.
"Why would it be strange? It's just a piece of clothe"
"Several" Kazama corrected.
"Well who cares! As long as it can be worn anything is fine" Shinchan scoffed.
"Well, but its girl clothes" Kazama had no idea why he was arguing, but then again despite what he pretended to be, he had no idea why he did anything at all.
"Girl's wear trousers too, it doesn't matter"
Kazama opened his mouth to argue but closed it, Shinchan was....right he felt a little, just a teeny, tiny bit dumb. And like narrow minded person. And a bit guilty, though what for he was not sure.
And for some odd reason his cheeks were red and his heart beat a bit faster a strange feeling stirred in his chest, as if he, this might sound a bit ridiculous, wanted to gather up everything he owned and give it to Shinchan.
Which was ridiculous of course.
As they walked, they neared an ice cream parlor with the weird feeling still active Kazama made a quick decision.
"Wait here, I'll be right back" with that he turned and padded across the road, leaving Shinchan puzzled, after a few minutes, he emerged with two cold cones in his hands, (his paper bags having been forcefully zipped inside his backpack)
Shinchan's eyes lit up, "Kazama chan! Thank you oh! You are the sweetest-"
"Alright-alright I get it, here" he handed the ice cream to him, grinning, Shinchan cooed and they laughed. Shinchan in his slippers and Kazama in his sneakers.
And Himawari worried out of her mind.