The school ends with you [Afternoon - Frog x Kenneth x Joseph]

Instead of watching Joseph change, Kenneth continues to dig around in the boxes of assorted t-shirts and sweaters. Some things are set aside, others a simply flung backwards behind him, threatening to smack into or land on the heads of Frog or Joseph if they aren't careful. This eventually leads to him turning around to face the both of him with a solid shrug gesture.

"Nope, doesn't look like it. But Frog is right: It does look pretty good on you! Should be able to make it through the rest of your day without the Fashion Police tackling you to the ground." Paak's light-hearted tone is met with a faint smile, his otherwise dull and exhausted expression being put away for the sake of a more sociable one.

"On a side note, you guys both look like you could use some uh..rest and relaxation. Ever been to the spa in Little Tokyo?"

While the Cadet was getting dressed and even after putting the shirt on, he found himself raising an eyebrow in Frog's direction. What was with this weirdo? Was he gay or something? Not like Joseph had anything against it, but nothing explained why the nerd was acting strangely. He noticed the jacket that was poking out like a thumb from Frog's backpack. God knows where it was nesting inside the idiot's abode. It was such a dilemma that he was caught between not wanting to be caught in this dumb shirt and not getting infected with some inane weirdness inherent on the guy.


The thought never came to him to consider bathing with other strangers. It was just outright weird and probably a place rampant with sexual harassment if the rumors about peeping were true. It was already stressful enough being a Cadet, he had no desire for other reasons to start drinking. And besides, he hated people. After a quick moment of deliberation and despair, Joseph grimly relinquished before pointing a finger at the jacket sleeve poking out behind Frog. He was really going to hate this, he could tell. "Yo. You got a jacket there? Let me see."

He annoyingly narrowed his eyes at Frogerio for not being prompt enough to give him what he wanted. But Joseph didn't bother to make a stink about it. This whole thing was a goddamn bore and bother as it is. No need to cry so much over literal spilled milk as his father used to tell him. His hands roughly pulled at the article away from his peer before taking a glance at what he was dealing with. It was black with some blue as if it was making a statement about bruises. Joseph hesitated at first with his arms inside the sleeves before finally shrugging it on. "It's fucking tight."

He muttered to himself and felt the lack of comfortable space within the jacket. But it wasn't so tight that he couldn't move around his joints. Clothes were such a pain to deal with when you work out. Muscles made you bigger and sometimes it just wasn't a great trade-off for easier fitting clothes. He hated to admit it, but at least Frog was making some amends. Joseph began to exit the room, but not before looking back towards the Wild Card, "Meet me at the entrance tomorrow morning, you'll get this back."