Put on your fucking clothes... [ This he mutters quietly, more or less proving Suigetsu's point despite his own reluctance to do so. The last thing he feels like talking about is that oh-so-mysterious transfer of his; it's too early for that sort of dramatic shit. ]

I already know that you were late for your first class today, again. Stop making that a habit. Get up and don't be late for the next one. [ Dextrous fingers fasten his pants' buckle, shirt tugged on and slowly buttoned afterward. ]