Not once. [ He ventures further in. ] We wore whatever was around.
[ That'd been par for the course, recycling through standard issue clothes until they got too destroyed or bloody to weather the exchange of hands. With a bout of silence that stands in for an agreement, Mikazuki doesn't even wait until he's left to start peeling off his clothes, rolling them up over muscle and throwing them on the floor, because what are manners and/or modesty.
Once he's done, he passes a glance over the mirror, the implants along his spine catching the light, and looks over his shoulder. ]
no subject
[ That'd been par for the course, recycling through standard issue clothes until they got too destroyed or bloody to weather the exchange of hands. With a bout of silence that stands in for an agreement, Mikazuki doesn't even wait until he's left to start peeling off his clothes, rolling them up over muscle and throwing them on the floor, because what are manners and/or modesty.
Once he's done, he passes a glance over the mirror, the implants along his spine catching the light, and looks over his shoulder. ]
Ready.