"Because I'll make the appropriate girlish remarks when you're topless." She cleared her throat. "Oh, Marco! You're so... shirtless!"

Sakura hiked up an eyebrow as he casually tossed his clothing at a bush. The poor thing bent to breaking under the weight of all that waterlogged cotton. With a sigh, she plucked his sweatshirt out of the bush and started wringing it out over the rocks. No point in getting her feet any more dirty than they already were. "Nice. Why so many layers, anyway? Are you actually cold around here?"