The Expectation of the Shirt Ninja and his Posse
“And even if we wanted ninja suits, how the hell do we get them?”
James cocked his head to the side like a cocker spaniel. “You amateurs. All you gotta do is take an black t-shirt and wrap it around your head a certain way. Instant Shirt Ninja.”
“What?” I asked. “That sounds ridiculous.” In truth, I was trying to find anyway to avoid getting involved with this scheme. But I was curious about how this underground origami was done.
“I’ll show you. Gimme your shirt.” He made a move like he was going to pluck it off me. I shrunk back. “No way!” Hell no, I wasn’t going to show Freya or James my man-boobs.
“All right, Freya, give me yours.” He said with a shit-eating grin. No doubt he didn’t expect her to comply, as did I.
She pinched the sides of her old ‘Guns ‘n Roses’ t-shirt and lifted it over her head. Both James and I were stunned. The expression on her face read like she was doing the most natural thing in the world.