"You were here. You know how hot it is," Reno chuckled. "People mostly wear grey. Black. Borin' junk. Nothin' like that wild shirt of yours with all the flowers on it. Nobody wants to stand out. Hell, I don't wanna stand out, not around here. Jeans'll work. Shorts an' I don't mix."

There had been that day with the Bermuda shorts. Rikku had laughed at his legs. Never again.