[Clueless, Idia tucks his hands back into the safety of the hoodie's sleeves so just his fingertips are poking out. It's weird to wear another person's clothes, but even though this was fished out of the lost and found it's still lived in her hotel room enough to smell like her. He's having a hard time figuring out how that makes him feel. It's gotta be something.
It seems he's lost track of Seras because she was just putting her clothes away and-- oh is she just... Standing there? Literally can't imagine why, so he's piecing through a couple of the remaining items on the bed. A bit of sweat beads on his forehead when he feels the sheets against his very very exposed hips.]
You don't have... pants, do you?
[A good thing you want to hear when you're having a crisis about some guy-- that he's very much Pantsless.]
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It seems he's lost track of Seras because she was just putting her clothes away and-- oh is she just... Standing there? Literally can't imagine why, so he's piecing through a couple of the remaining items on the bed. A bit of sweat beads on his forehead when he feels the sheets against his very very exposed hips.]
You don't have... pants, do you?
[A good thing you want to hear when you're having a crisis about some guy-- that he's very much Pantsless.]