James jolted at the sound of Mao's voice screaming through the house. He had no doubt his friend was no streaking through the house, determined to get to the door before his brother did. He couldn't help but smirk slightly, and that smirk widened into a full fledged grin as he took in his apparel. Seriously, Mao had the weirdest fashion sense he'd ever seen. Ever.
"Jesus Christ, Mao. Chill!" he exclaimed as he was yanked inside, but he followed him all the same, stupid hula hoop and all. "What the hell is this about, seriously?" He tossed the hoop down and eyed him warily. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?"