"Guess it runs in the family, at least I'm not as bad as my sister."

Then Hayato looked down at his shirt, and then promptly pulled it off over his head. At the dinner table. Such class. He did have a tanktop on underneath though, so at least it wasn't full frontal bare chest nudity... though he doubted Ryuutaro cared even if it was.

and he wiped his hands off on his shirt. There. Clean and keeping it classy.