He felt much more comfortable in his clothing, though all of the pink around still made him feel... awkward, like he'd stepped into the wrong room by mistake. ... Which wasn't that far off, but still. He dropped his nightgown on the dresser and leaned against the wall, folding his arms.

"I assume you've tried the door?" Tch. Trapped again. Not an unfamiliar feeling, but one he'd never grown to like.