Knock Knock... ((89))

[Tsughi]

((Haha, challenge accepted!))

Plato narrowed his eyes at Martin for a moment; setting the uniform to the side the tom began to undo the buttons on his vest emotionlessly. He wasn't annoyed, and he wasn't as uncomfortable as others would be in this position, but he simply watched Martin for any signs of suprise. With a flick of his wrist he tossed the vest down into a small pile. His hands fluttered to the tie around his neck and he began to take that off as well.

"You just going to stand there and watch?" Plato asked, his voice steady and calm as always. The only thing that probably betrayed his emotions was the tiniest of flickers at the tip of his tail. The motion could be read as a lot of things: discomfort, annoyance, amusement..... Plato just hoped that his little habit didn't seem like an invitation, because with whatever confidence he had, he did not want the clerk to watch him undress like Plato was some... some... fairy or something.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin laughed, the sound not warm. "Must make sure the clothes fit, after all. Why, are you ashamed of your own body? You Americans and your hang ups," he drawled.

[Tsughi]

Plato noticably scowled at the spotted tom as he slipped his tie off of his neck, letting it fall on top of the vest. Without hesitating, Plato slipped out of his suspenders and unhooked them, casting them off as well. His hands went to unbutton the loose white shirt he had on as his tail flickered more avidly behind him.

"Don't you know it's impolite to stare?" He began to pull himself out of the long sleeved shirt, which in turn began to reveal the undershirt, the last article before his chest would be bare.

[victoriousscarf]

The grey cat just chuckled again. "Impolite? But you're putting on such a show." He flicked a paw out toward the other. "Besides, it's good to know what the others around you look like, how strong they might be."

[Tsughi]

Plato tossed the shirt to the ground and gave the silver and black tom a hard glare before he turned to the uniform. While his hands seperated the articles of clothing so he could put them on, his tail flickered behind him.

"Good to know you find me so amusing," The tall gangly tom said dryly. "I hope you can properly categorize me into the proper strength category."

He picked up the prestine white shirt of the uniform and began to slip himself into it, covering his arms and undershirt once more. The moment of relief was short lived; Cursing to himself Plato tugged at the edges of the shirt but it was impossible. The shirt was far too small and he would have to find another.

"Wouldn't it be terribly humilating when people find out this is how you spend your spare time?" The bitter tone was just faintly noticable but for Plato it was practically like yelling at people. In one sweeping motion he had the improperly sized shirt off and back on it's hanger. A few more moments were spent to putting all the peices back onto the hanger before it went back to hang on the rack. "Watching young guys undress?"

[victoriousscarf]

Martin arched a slow brow. "If my habit was to take sexual advantage of young toms, that would be a different matter. As it is, I'm not sure you have much ammunition against me there. I am simply seizing up a potential employee--quite like investing in a horse. Have to make sure you're fit."

[Tsughi]

Plato pulled off another uniform and began to seperate that one as well. His tail now flowed behind him naturally, only the tip of it twitching every now and then, as he moved around the closet. Gracefully, the tom slipped the uniform's shirt on and was thankfully able to button this one closed.

"As much as I like being compared to horses," Plato began in his droning voice. "I don't think a lot of people would feel the same way, but who am I to judge? I'm just the horse, right?" His hand flattened out the front of the shirt and stopped near his hips. With a small hesitation, Plato kicked himself out of his shoes and took off the knee-highs, quickly adding them to the mess on the floor. The tortie took a deep breath and turned to the back of the closet as he slipped out of his pants.

That speckled bastard could look over him anywhere but there. That was simply where he drew the line. It wasn't the fact he was insecure about it, but Plato wasn't keen about the idea of Martin taking stock of his 'equipment'. Wordlessly, the tall tom reached down to grab the uniform pants and pulled them on. Much to his displeasure, the pants were far to big around the waist and if he let them go they fell down to his thighs. With an annoyed hiss, he took off the pants and set them down slowly, debating his next move.

[victoriousscarf]

"A problem?" Martin drawled. "Come now, it's just a body, isn't it?"

[Tsughi]

"It's my body though," Plato hesitated and flicked his ear. Carefully, turning to his side he pulled down a smaller pair of pants before turning to have his back facing Martin. Hopefully this new pair of pants would fit him better. Pulling them off the hanger, he decided to try them on; without hesitating he pulled it over his legs and tugged it up into it's place on his hips. These were a lot smaller, but there was still enough space to shove a quarter of another Plato in. The looseness might bring chaffing, but at this point the calico didn't really care. He just wanted a pair of pants.

Quickly and quietly he grabbed the rest of the uniform and put it on peice by peice until he was standing, fully clothed, in front of Martin. "Does this fit the requirements?"

[victoriousscarf]

Martin had watched the entire thing, amusement evident in his features. "It doesn't fit, if that's your question."

[Tsughi]

Plato frowned and looked down upon the uniform he now wore. Sure it was a bit loose in some places, specially his knees and ankles, but it wasn't too terribly noticable. The calico looked back up at Martin, his lips pursed but other than that his face remained placid.

"Where doesn't it fit?"

[victoriousscarf]

"Your pants," Martin drawled. "It hardly looks professional when you look baggy all over. So, do none fit better? Or shall we get a tailor on the job?"

[Tsughi]

Plato crossed his arms and looked at Martin with the most serious face he could muster. If he was any more emotionless, he'd be dead. "My pants are fine," He argued, obviously not wanting to go through that process again. "I don't see the need to look for another pair."

((Oh gosh, I just had the hilarious picture of Martin saying "Fine, if their not too big then why can I do this?" then he pulls down Plato's pants. The image is making me crack up so bad))

[victoriousscarf]

Smirking, the slender cat stepped forward, hooking a finger in the waistband of said pants and pulling out. "This is not fitting, and certainly not up to our standards."

[Tsughi]

Plato's hands immediately snapped to grab Martin's hand to stop his pulling. Without thinking, the calico pulled the hand towards him, an obvious way to stop the tugging, but it also had the effect that he was pulling the grey cat towards him. Plato's tail flickered awkwardly and he release the hand before taking a cautious step back.

"Fine," He sumbitted without complaint and began to rake through the uniforms for a size smaller. The only body language he had was the nervous flicking of his tail behind him as he thought. Did Martin look down? He didn't think so, but from his little experience with Smith he learned the cat was more sneaky than he looked. The calico shook his head and sighed, knowing that he probably is going to wake up in the middle of the night to check his room for the speckled cat much like a kit would check for a monster.

Pulling down a smaller size, Plato began to unfasten his pants, his back pointedly to the now closer Martin. Why did the closet seem so cramped with another cat in it? Taking off the too large pants, he set them aside and grabbed the new pants to put them on. This time the fit was much more snug and hugged his hips like it was supposed to. He quickly hooked the suspenders underneath his coat to the pants and turned towards Martin again. Flicking an ear, Plato regarded the clerk with caution.

"This better for your likin'?"