"Oh, you'll look so good!" Kuromaru cried joyously, scrambling onto the stage on all fours before turning and holding out a hand for Ginta.

Ginta hesitated, then -- when the purple-haired guy had taken his crutches, leaving him balancing on one foot -- he grabbed Kuromaru's arm around the elbow.

Kuromaru hesitated. The cast went to mid-thigh; he couldn't quite lift Ginta high enough to clear the stage. Then the blue-haired guy grinned and winked at Kuromaru, bending to put his shoulder at Ginta's butt and lifting.

Kuromaru grinned, laced his muscles with chakra, and hauled Ginta up. "Isn't this fun? Quick, take off your pants!" He whirled, not waiting for Ginta to stabilize himself, and slunk toward Hedda. Smiling madly, he stood on his toes -- he only came to Hedda's chest -- and sniffed the funny, heavily powdered jawline. Smelled like face paint, with an undertone of adrenaline and male musk. He whirled around Hedda, rubbing up against the sparkly dress the same way he'd rubbed against Ginta, getting a full-body pet.

People were cheering, either at him or at Ginta, so he grinned and did it to the blue haired man who'd just gotten back up onstage, too.