Mycel was mindlessly sitting on the floor, staring into nowhere, until Edith collapsed next to him and poked him. He froze for a moment and slowly turned his head towards Edith.
“Yes, it’s supposed to be gym clothes after all.”
He answered her, with a shrug.
“We can’t run around or do backflips or something wearing something like a suit or skirt, can we?”
He added, his hand circling around as always.