[This is not what she expected the little stuffed toy to turn into. Sure he's the same colors and his voice is the same, but he's so.]
Idia...?
[Unable to take her eyes off of him, she reaches out to set the bottle back down on the nightstand. She misses, the plastic bouncing on the carpet and rolling under the bed to be reunited with it's similarly empty, similarly forgotten brethren, unbeknownst to her.]
A-ah-- you're. [On fire? So... delicate looking? Beautiful? In a full face of makeup before noon? ON FIRE???? Wait no, nothing is actually burning... Maybe his hair works like Fearless's does...] --!! Oh, my god! It worked! You're a person again!
[She's not worried at all about him being shirtless, men are shirtless around her all the time. This is nothing new. So she won't act like she's scandalized by seeing a flaming angel nipple.]
[It's not that he wasn't aware of how much he'd talked to Seras, how much they'd touched and made eye contact-- far from it. That was very keenly at the forefront of his mind at all times. But it feels starkly different, doing these same things with his normal body. He feels instantly on-edge but still. Oh my god what a relief.]
Ah! I-it worked! It really worked! Ha!
[Disbelieving laughter edges at his voice, raising his hands up from where they were clutching at the sheets to really look at them-- and there they are! Bony, long-fingered hands pale as you can get. Those are his alright! Now, when the sheet (the barest top sheet that was re-configured into a nest for him) drops out of his hand, he feels the way it falls against his skin. His... skin.
Re-focusing his eyes, Idia looks past the blur of his hands and finds that... he's naked as the day he was born. Ah....
With a hurried yelp, Idia grabs at the sheets, trying to scrap together some dignity.]
Wh-where are my-- [His eyes zero in on teeny tiny TsumTsum clothes on the sheet between them. Jesus.]
[The whole time that he is staring at his recovered limbs and digits, Seras is staring at him, completely mesmerized by his entire being. Is it the whole becoming-an-angel thing that made his hair like that, or did he show up that way? She supposes his tiny stuffie self had similar shapes in his hair, but it certainly wasn't on fire. Could it be that whatever world he came from just has people like this--
The vampire is startled out of her ponderings by his yelp, realizing belatedly that perhaps In The Buff was not what he intended to be. Her eyes follow the line of his, her lips pressed into a straight line as she fights the urge to coo over how tiny those clothes are. This does not help him in the slightest, and bless his heart that means that he has nothing to wear and is at the mercy of some goth girl's closet... What a tragedy.]
A-ah, hey! No worries! I have stuff you can wear! Bunches of it! [And oop there she goes, skittering off to her closet to grab a bunch of oversized sweaters and tees, some with cool designs, others saying silly obnoxious things, mostly just obviously from the closet of someone with alternative tastes. She comes back and dumps the pile in front of him, grinning brightly.]
[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.
That says more about your concept of "cool" than it does about what actually suits me... [His bony fingers are still splayed against the bedsheet, pressing it against his chest to lean forward. Has anyone ever been so shy about having nipples? Idia starts picking through the sweaters, trying to be normal about the smell of another person (a girl! that he was in bed with!!!!) that wafts toward him with each movement. He's in touch with subculture enough to recognize that the holes are very intentional and not a rat problem, but they're on everything. Not that Seras would know but he's got a very clean-cut techwear vibe in general, which very intentionally doesn't expose much. He sighs, pressing the blue of his lips together.] Would these... fit?
[Oh well, it was worth a try. Seras sighs and shakes her head, resting her hands on her hips. Some people can be so picky. Maybe this guy is more like Nanami and wouldn't be caught dead in something with one hole in it, much less a ton...]
I just figured you and I had similar taste, what with the-- [Gesturing at her face to indicate his makeup.] But fine. These aren't your style. So what is?
[He just would have looked so cool as a gutterpunk like her :C Alas.]
Huh? With-- [It dawns on him. Oh yeah. He came pre-built with the emo vibe, tho. He squints at Seras, breathing a sigh through his nose. The vibe only gets stronger, really stickin' it to himself. Idia doesn't acknowledge it though, holding up an over-sized (on her, at least) black-and-gray striped sweater. It looks like it'd hang off of his shoulder with how wide the neck is...]
Nothing you'd have-- I like baggy clothes that cover me, sharp but not flashy. I'm not a trend-setter but it's fun to customize my avi. [He holds the sweater up to his torso, comparing. Really puts into perspective their size difference.] At least you've got a point of view. [Idia says that not unkindly-- more like "thank god you have clear taste".]
[He really does make her clothes look small... even the biggest of the sweaters would simply fit him instead of being oversized. She does have some of her other friends clothes, but they wouldn't be baggy on him, either. What a conundrum.]
Sharp, but not flashy... but also baggy? [Hm.]
Well, I have this one plain black hoodie? It's really long on me and I wear it as a dress, sometimes. [It definitely is a 4x men's hoodie that she swiped from the lost and found at the Nest.] Would that work until I can take you shopping or somethin'?
[Very visible relief washes over his face and he drops the sheet at his chest, leaning forward to take it from Seras' hands.]
Yes, yes, perfect! The less attention the better... [Glances back up at her. Huh?] Sh-shopping?? Isn't that a little overboard? I just need to get to my room...
[It couldn't possibly be for any purpose other than practicality.]
...Oh, if you have more clothes in your room, then never mind.
[It would have been a fun little outing, but she recalls him saying he doesn't like being made to go outside... So she'll scrap that whole idea. Seras smiles politely, but turns her focus to the bed so she can start gathering up the pile again and not think too hard about how freaking cool (and beautiful and interesting and mesmerizing) he looks.]
When I first got here, I didn't have any of my normal clothes with me. The cherubs thought it would be funny to dress me up like some kind of magical girl and let loose a whole bunch of candy monsters on the town, which promptly destroyed my only outfit.
[Carrying that pile back to her closet.] So I went shopping pretty much immediately, obviously. So I figured you might be in the same boat, what with your clothes getting tiny-fied.
Oh so this is... an "all the time" thing. My friend warned me but-- [It's not like he didn't believe Azul, who isn't prone to exaggeration, generally. But... some things you need to experience for yourself. Having it confirmed from multiple sources? Nail in the coffin.
It's then that he realizes he has two outfits that he's been cycling between. And one is now pill-sized. His lips draw into a thin grimace.]
Well... you can always order clothes online, right?
... I really have a whole world to show you, huh? [no that's a different d*ney movie] Online is the way to go-- you can always send it back if it doesn't fit. Plus you don't have to change in public... It creeps me out.
[Realizing suddenly that he's just been holding the hoodie in his hand, he slips it on. His mop of blue hair pops up from within, and Idia brings his hands up to pull it out and back, shaking it loose. Thankfully the hoodie fits just fine, baggy and comfortable. A smile actually twitches to life on his face and he sighs with relief.]
This sucks! She doesn't need this! She resumes her trek to the closet and ducks in to take time to put things away.... or at least a few of them. He can think she's putting things away while she sits there and reconsiders her entire afterlife.
Goddamnit. He's... Cute! Picky! But cute. And even with a mouthful of razor blades, his smile is very charming-- though maybe she's just feeling his relief coming off of him in waves and it's rubbing off on her and making her feel extra good about it but either way aaaah. Is this how guys feel when girls wear their clothes?
Lord, she hopes she doesn't look as distressed as she feels. She's gonna just. Take a moment to breathe and get her head back on right. Never does she realize that she just stared at him for a while and then walked out without saying anything like a crazy person.]
[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.]
Mmmaybe? [She calls back, digging around for her baggier bottoms and hoping they're even kind of an appropriate length for him.]
Alright, so... [She comes back with a range of options, some sweatpants, some jeans, some pajama pants and even leggings, not really sure what would fit someone as long as he looks. She's even kind enough to grant him some boxers! So he doesn't have to rawdog her pants!]
You... look pretty tall, so I got everything long that I have... I hope there's something in here that works. [Dropping them on the bed with a nervous upturn of lips, she then steps back to give him time to peruse. At least these are all pretty standard Bottoms, nothing too flashy.]
[He presses his blue lips together, eyes flitting across the options laid out for him. Seras is right, he's as tall as he looks. None of these really look quite right but... he'll take what he can get at this point. The closest contender seems to be a baggy pair of gray sweats and he holds them up to his hips cautiously, thinking. Then he looks up Seras, shy but very serious.]
Can you, uh... Give me some time to change?
[This isn't the ideal situation to have his dangus out but he'd rather be here than waddling past Seras to her bathroom, dragging her sheets pathetically along.]
[She will retreat back to her closet for now, waiting for him to give her the cue to come back. In the meantime, she decides to keep hanging up the other sweaters she brought for him (she has to look like she cares about the state of her closet okay, she doesn't need him to know she lives in such a slovenly manner!!) and try very hard not to think too hard about-- well, any of this! Especially the part where she has no idea how long she was clinging to a naked almost-stranger!! In her bed!! And now he's putting his naked body in her clothes!!
Out of her periphery, the glow of bright blue wisps catch her attention and she can't help but be drawn to it; his hair really is so cool... It's almost like a lava lamp, she could stare at it for hours. Then as he stands to get dressed, he turns in such a way that she can see his whole--
Well. Him. The whole him.
Before she can even think, she swipes the closet door closed and buries her face in her hands to scream silently into her palms.
Oh no, oh no. She saw him. SHE SAW IT. The very thing he was trying to avoid! Should she apologize? Should she say anything at all? Surely he'd benefit from not knowing that a stranger saw his donger. Anyone would, right?]
[Blissfully unaware, Idia slides on Seras' boxers. Has she... worn these before? Are these someone else's entirely? He isn't sure which one would be less weird, but he it feels a bit like drinking from the same cup as someone else. What's an indirect kiss for underwear?
Quick as he can, he eases them up onto his hips before reaching to grab those gray sweats. Holding them up to his body, it's clear that they'll be too short. But they're the closest he's gonna get. He slides them on with a grimace, as the ends of them end about mid-calf. God he looks like such a tool... Closing his eyes, Idia inhales deeply. It's as good as it's going to get and there's no real alternative. Except... well, maybe he could camp out in the corner of Seras' room, waiting out an Heaven Am*zon order. It'd teach her how to use the internet more so it kills two birds one stone? No... that'd be terrible. He'd hate to sleep on the floor and, although he's already shared a bed with her, he wasn't even aware of that. Really, he can't believe that happened. What was that weird dream he had anyway of...
Idia flushes. Oh my god that wasn't a dream those were her-- He claps a hand over his face, stifling a groan. Does she remember? Should he apologize?? God, he wishes he could just sink into the ground.
But... well, isn't it close enough to just leave? Make a tactical retreat? Idia stands there a couple more seconds, willing his face to stop being on fire.
Very casually, he steps around the corner in... whatever this is. It doesn't dawn on him that Seras hasn't seen him at his full height. He makes a gesture at himself, like, "this is it".]
[It was just a figment of her imagination. There's no way she saw what she saw. The position of the mirror must have skewed the perspective or something. And then he's there in front of her in pants that are too short and tight in all the wrong (or right, if she hadn't just met the guy) places!! She figured since he was thin, these would fit him the same way, but his body is wider than hers by a considerable margin... Whatever math it takes to understand how dimensions work, she clearly did not pass.
Still, at least he looks to be more comfortable than he was nude... Even though he clearly has no idea that he may as well still be with the way he's filling out her sweats. Like, yeah! Sure it could be worse but this is still pretty bad!!!!]
Wow! You're a lot longer than I thought! [WAIT, FUCK. Not like that!! She gestures, bringing one flattened and up and the other down to indicated the measured space between them.] L-like, height-wise! You're just! You're very tall. Wh-which I'm sure you know. Since. It's your body! [Nervous laughter as she steps out of the closet and closes the door behind her, keeping her attention above the metaphorical belt as best as she can.]
H-how are you feeling, by the way? Are you hungry or anything?
[Don't worry, Idia loses several inches by slouching over. Which is what he was already doing but he hunches just a bit more at that comment and starts fiddling with his hands.]
Yeah, I'm pretty aware, thanks... [He tugs a bit at the hem of the hoodie, trying to drag it down. It's not like he looked in the mirror but he can feel that it's not a great fit. And he's very very right to feel that way.] I don't... know about this.
Ah... Well. I... [Sigh. She didn't want to resort to this but this may be a little much for both of them.]
I do have some pants that belong to one of my guy friends if you wanna try that. He's almost as tall as you, so they'd work... But I didn't know how you'd feel wearing another guy's clothes...
[Judging her for something like that is barely a blip on his radar. She's a pretty girl, plus he's only loosely aware of what friends do with each other seeing as he's totally friendless. Idia makes a face at her. Is he pouty?]
I'm already wearing your clothes, that doesn't make more of a difference. [holds out his hand] Something that fits would be epic, thanks.
[That said he can feel his stamina draining second by second. The adrenaline of being woken up is wearing off and now leaving this room feels.... much less desirable. At least he wants to be comfortable.]
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...That's...
[This is not what she expected the little stuffed toy to turn into. Sure he's the same colors and his voice is the same, but he's so.]
Idia...?
[Unable to take her eyes off of him, she reaches out to set the bottle back down on the nightstand. She misses, the plastic bouncing on the carpet and rolling under the bed to be reunited with it's similarly empty, similarly forgotten brethren, unbeknownst to her.]
A-ah-- you're. [On fire? So... delicate looking? Beautiful? In a full face of makeup before noon? ON FIRE???? Wait no, nothing is actually burning... Maybe his hair works like Fearless's does...] --!! Oh, my god! It worked! You're a person again!
[She's not worried at all about him being shirtless, men are shirtless around her all the time. This is nothing new. So she won't act like she's scandalized by seeing a flaming angel nipple.]
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[It's not that he wasn't aware of how much he'd talked to Seras, how much they'd touched and made eye contact-- far from it. That was very keenly at the forefront of his mind at all times. But it feels starkly different, doing these same things with his normal body. He feels instantly on-edge but still. Oh my god what a relief.]
Ah! I-it worked! It really worked! Ha!
[Disbelieving laughter edges at his voice, raising his hands up from where they were clutching at the sheets to really look at them-- and there they are! Bony, long-fingered hands pale as you can get. Those are his alright! Now, when the sheet (the barest top sheet that was re-configured into a nest for him) drops out of his hand, he feels the way it falls against his skin. His... skin.
Re-focusing his eyes, Idia looks past the blur of his hands and finds that... he's naked as the day he was born. Ah....
With a hurried yelp, Idia grabs at the sheets, trying to scrap together some dignity.]
Wh-where are my-- [His eyes zero in on teeny tiny TsumTsum clothes on the sheet between them. Jesus.]
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The vampire is startled out of her ponderings by his yelp, realizing belatedly that perhaps In The Buff was not what he intended to be. Her eyes follow the line of his, her lips pressed into a straight line as she fights the urge to coo over how tiny those clothes are. This does not help him in the slightest, and bless his heart that means that he has nothing to wear and is at the mercy of some goth girl's closet... What a tragedy.]
A-ah, hey! No worries! I have stuff you can wear! Bunches of it! [And oop there she goes, skittering off to her closet to grab a bunch of oversized sweaters and tees, some with cool designs, others saying silly obnoxious things, mostly just obviously from the closet of someone with alternative tastes. She comes back and dumps the pile in front of him, grinning brightly.]
Take your pick!
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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.
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[She starts pulling sweaters and shirts out of the pile and laying them out across her bed, giving him a chance to really look at them.]
I mean, if you want t'stay shirtless, it's not like I'll stop you.
[She crosses her arms beneath her chest and smiles in a cheerful, yet oddly threatening manner.]
It's entirely up to you.
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I just figured you and I had similar taste, what with the-- [Gesturing at her face to indicate his makeup.] But fine. These aren't your style. So what is?
[He just would have looked so cool as a gutterpunk like her :C Alas.]
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Nothing you'd have-- I like baggy clothes that cover me, sharp but not flashy. I'm not a trend-setter but it's fun to customize my avi. [He holds the sweater up to his torso, comparing. Really puts into perspective their size difference.] At least you've got a point of view. [Idia says that not unkindly-- more like "thank god you have clear taste".]
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Sharp, but not flashy... but also baggy? [Hm.]
Well, I have this one plain black hoodie? It's really long on me and I wear it as a dress, sometimes. [It definitely is a 4x men's hoodie that she swiped from the lost and found at the Nest.] Would that work until I can take you shopping or somethin'?
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Yes, yes, perfect! The less attention the better... [Glances back up at her. Huh?] Sh-shopping?? Isn't that a little overboard? I just need to get to my room...
[It couldn't possibly be for any purpose other than practicality.]
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[It would have been a fun little outing, but she recalls him saying he doesn't like being made to go outside... So she'll scrap that whole idea. Seras smiles politely, but turns her focus to the bed so she can start gathering up the pile again and not think too hard about how freaking cool (and beautiful and interesting and mesmerizing) he looks.]
When I first got here, I didn't have any of my normal clothes with me. The cherubs thought it would be funny to dress me up like some kind of magical girl and let loose a whole bunch of candy monsters on the town, which promptly destroyed my only outfit.
[Carrying that pile back to her closet.] So I went shopping pretty much immediately, obviously. So I figured you might be in the same boat, what with your clothes getting tiny-fied.
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It's then that he realizes he has two outfits that he's been cycling between. And one is now pill-sized. His lips draw into a thin grimace.]
Well... you can always order clothes online, right?
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They've got all sorts of stuff here, so probably? But... why would you do that? You can't try them on, first...
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no that's a different d*ney movie] Online is the way to go-- you can always send it back if it doesn't fit. Plus you don't have to change in public... It creeps me out.[Realizing suddenly that he's just been holding the hoodie in his hand, he slips it on. His mop of blue hair pops up from within, and Idia brings his hands up to pull it out and back, shaking it loose. Thankfully the hoodie fits just fine, baggy and comfortable. A smile actually twitches to life on his face and he sighs with relief.]
Not bad! Low-key can be good sometimes.
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Oh, no.
This sucks! She doesn't need this! She resumes her trek to the closet and ducks in to take time to put things away.... or at least a few of them. He can think she's putting things away while she sits there and reconsiders her entire afterlife.
Goddamnit. He's... Cute! Picky! But cute. And even with a mouthful of razor blades, his smile is very charming-- though maybe she's just feeling his relief coming off of him in waves and it's rubbing off on her and making her feel extra good about it but either way aaaah. Is this how guys feel when girls wear their clothes?
Lord, she hopes she doesn't look as distressed as she feels. She's gonna just. Take a moment to breathe and get her head back on right. Never does she realize that she just stared at him for a while and then walked out without saying anything like a crazy person.]
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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.]
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Mmmaybe? [She calls back, digging around for her baggier bottoms and hoping they're even kind of an appropriate length for him.]
Alright, so... [She comes back with a range of options, some sweatpants, some jeans, some pajama pants and even leggings, not really sure what would fit someone as long as he looks. She's even kind enough to grant him some boxers! So he doesn't have to rawdog her pants!]
You... look pretty tall, so I got everything long that I have... I hope there's something in here that works. [Dropping them on the bed with a nervous upturn of lips, she then steps back to give him time to peruse. At least these are all pretty standard Bottoms, nothing too flashy.]
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Can you, uh... Give me some time to change?
[This isn't the ideal situation to have his dangus out but he'd rather be here than waddling past Seras to her bathroom, dragging her sheets pathetically along.]
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[She will retreat back to her closet for now, waiting for him to give her the cue to come back. In the meantime, she decides to keep hanging up the other sweaters she brought for him (she has to look like she cares about the state of her closet okay, she doesn't need him to know she lives in such a slovenly manner!!) and try very hard not to think too hard about-- well, any of this! Especially the part where she has no idea how long she was clinging to a naked almost-stranger!! In her bed!! And now he's putting his naked body in her clothes!!
Out of her periphery, the glow of bright blue wisps catch her attention and she can't help but be drawn to it; his hair really is so cool... It's almost like a lava lamp, she could stare at it for hours. Then as he stands to get dressed, he turns in such a way that she can see his whole--
Well. Him. The whole him.
Before she can even think, she swipes the closet door closed and buries her face in her hands to scream silently into her palms.
Oh no, oh no. She saw him. SHE SAW IT. The very thing he was trying to avoid! Should she apologize? Should she say anything at all? Surely he'd benefit from not knowing that a stranger saw his donger. Anyone would, right?]
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Quick as he can, he eases them up onto his hips before reaching to grab those gray sweats. Holding them up to his body, it's clear that they'll be too short. But they're the closest he's gonna get. He slides them on with a grimace, as the ends of them end about mid-calf. God he looks like such a tool... Closing his eyes, Idia inhales deeply. It's as good as it's going to get and there's no real alternative. Except... well, maybe he could camp out in the corner of Seras' room, waiting out an Heaven Am*zon order. It'd teach her how to use the internet more so it kills two birds one stone? No... that'd be terrible. He'd hate to sleep on the floor and, although he's already shared a bed with her, he wasn't even aware of that. Really, he can't believe that happened. What was that weird dream he had anyway of...
Idia flushes. Oh my god that wasn't a dream those were her-- He claps a hand over his face, stifling a groan. Does she remember? Should he apologize?? God, he wishes he could just sink into the ground.
But... well, isn't it close enough to just leave? Make a tactical retreat? Idia stands there a couple more seconds, willing his face to stop being on fire.
Very casually, he steps around the corner in... whatever this is. It doesn't dawn on him that Seras hasn't seen him at his full height. He makes a gesture at himself, like, "this is it".]
Well... it could be worse.
[Oh yes it could.]
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Still, at least he looks to be more comfortable than he was nude... Even though he clearly has no idea that he may as well still be with the way he's filling out her sweats. Like, yeah! Sure it could be worse but this is still pretty bad!!!!]
Wow! You're a lot longer than I thought! [WAIT, FUCK. Not like that!! She gestures, bringing one flattened and up and the other down to indicated the measured space between them.] L-like, height-wise! You're just! You're very tall. Wh-which I'm sure you know. Since. It's your body! [Nervous laughter as she steps out of the closet and closes the door behind her, keeping her attention above the metaphorical belt as best as she can.]
H-how are you feeling, by the way? Are you hungry or anything?
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Yeah, I'm pretty aware, thanks... [He tugs a bit at the hem of the hoodie, trying to drag it down. It's not like he looked in the mirror but he can feel that it's not a great fit. And he's very very right to feel that way.] I don't... know about this.
[So, answer: feeling WEIRD]
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I do have some pants that belong to one of my guy friends if you wanna try that. He's almost as tall as you, so they'd work... But I didn't know how you'd feel wearing another guy's clothes...
[Please don't judge her okay—]
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I'm already wearing your clothes, that doesn't make more of a difference. [holds out his hand] Something that fits would be epic, thanks.
[That said he can feel his stamina draining second by second. The adrenaline of being woken up is wearing off and now leaving this room feels.... much less desirable. At least he wants to be comfortable.]