[Those two little bastards were insistent. Duo had been cast in some new scenario, some new world and he was in the process of investigating why he was the emperor of some exotic land some thousands of years ago--whenever. When two charlatans appeared before his court Duo was quick to hand them a deal. New clothes? 'Sure. Go for it.' he had said. He didn't care. He was trying to find a way out. He'd already spent three days here being forced to endure all this medieval bullshit. Food might be poisoned? Had to watch morons risk their lives and stop them from doing so. Audience with the clergymen? His common folk? Etc? He had gained a certain sympathy for Trieze, even if just a little.]

Aw Fuck! [See, the point of the story is that he managed to get swindled out of his clothes somehow without him even realizing it. How these guys managed to talk him> into changing out of his clothes and pretending to put the fake clothes on while they made off with money and silk linins--a fact Duo could care less about---they could have asked he woulda---!!!]

[So he's completely naked and all of the clothing he has is at the Gundam hanger, and he's over here near the bar spouting a series of vulgarities under his breath, trying to find something to cover himself with.]