For a moment Akira found himself in awe of the procedure to get the two Impulse Gundams ready for the mock battle. Of course, that was cut short by the sudden pulling. Lucia sure like to pull him around. Couldn’t she just tell him where to go? Or ask him to follow? Still it wasn’t like he was voicing his complaints. He just followed in suit since he felt it was best. 

Soon they were in the pilot’s waiting room. Akira didn’t seem very phased by this until seeing the spare suits and helmets. Still even then he was fine. Until at least Lucia spoke up again. Was what she was saying good advice? She must have been joking right? They wouldn’t need to get into their underwear. Right? Just running over all of this in his head left him with a somewhat uncertain and embarrassed feeling. And even worse was the fact that his face was such a deep red. Lucky for him he had his back to Lucia. 

As he thought for a moment he glanced back quickly. She was taking off her jacket. Even if that was all he averted his eyes so quick it wouldn’t have been surprising if the kid had gotten whiplash. “Um… Lucia… You aren’t serious about getting in my underwear right?” He spoke in almost a whisper. Lucia probably didn’t even hear. 

He was nervous enough without her messing with him. That is… If she even was messing with him. She had to be! Then Akira heard her speak again. Asking if he was nervous… She said some other things too… Akira might have missed a bit of it. She was definitely messing with him! If she wasn’t… What was with her tone of voice? Even for a prank she didn’t have to toy with him so much! Akira shook his head as if trying to pull himself together and get rid of any stupid thoughts. He then proceeded to remove his jacket. 

Still he was on the fence. What if it wasn’t a joke? What if he needed to undress to his underwear? [i]OH WHATEVER![/i] He mentally shouted at himself as he continued to undress starting at the top. It wasn’t like he was some scrawny brat. If there was anything he didn’t worry too much about it was his physical condition. He was tone enough. Sure he didn’t pack on the muscle, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any! Besides… Physical labor, combat, all that stuff. He was great! Especially his swordsmanship! He excelled at that!

Akira’s mind wondered and he became lost in his thoughts trying to assure himself and justify his own confidence in his physical appearance. Not that any of it wasn’t true. He seriously wasn’t some scrawny brat. And he was excellent at swordplay. Most that just didn’t seem to matter to him though when it came to using a Mobile Suit. It wasn’t the same… Was it? Maybe he was just naïve. By the time he snapped out of it and came back to reality he was already in his boxers. “Oh crap…” He mumbled to himself inaudibly wondering how the hell he actually got to this point.