[Historically when he's been put into an outfit he doesn't like, he's said dramatic shit like "I'd rather be naked!". Well how does it feel now, huh? Bit of a monkey's paw, isn't it? Idia is clutching those sheets of his to his chest, looking every bit like a deer in the headlights. Those scrawny legs of his are clumsily pulled up toward his chest so they're splayed out a bit. Which has a... demure quality, to be honest. It would even be moe if Idia didn't look like he was going to open up a black hole and sink into the ground.]

N-no worries is easy for you to say! This is totally unheard of territory for me! I... [The rise of terror in his voice drains away when Seras turns around, moving eagerly toward her closet. When she returns with her armful of clothes, he stares hopelessly at the alternative sea. Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink...]

... Th-there's no way I could pull off any of that... even just to get to my room. I'd scream "poser" from a ring of Hell away.