Shinchans POV:

Shinchan was standing exactly where Kazama had left him, that is to say, he hadn't moved ahead in the line. At all. He was letting the people behind him go ahead, feeling an odd burn in his chest Kazama groaned, why oh why had he left Shinchan there?

Quickening his steps he quickly crossed the distance between them and reached the clueless boy, "Ahem" he cleared his throat, Shinchan looked at him with big innocent eyes, "Yes?"

"Kazama say's you can go now, I'll wait in your stead" he lied, Shinchan was quite and unblinking, he stared at him and Kazama wondered if his voice had given him away, he hoped it hadn't, after all, wearing the Magical Marie costume, with the wig and all, plus a mask and sunglasses in this weather was no piece of cake.

And walking out of the men's washroom like in that state was a sure fire way to be stared at, though only a few people did, but to Kazama those few stares were enough to convince him that everyone was judging him, that they had somehow found out the truth.

He self consciously tapped his foot, the room felt too hot but at the same time he felt cold.

"Ok" Shinchan finally said and moved away from the spot, allowing Kazama to take it, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped between the two people ahead and behind him.

"Umm" Shinchan said, Kazama looked to the side, what was he still doing here?

"Kazama chan, why are you dressed like that?"