Yu probably had the most forlorn look on his face ever, staring uselessly at his poor hands. He had been forced to finger-snap himself back into boring, normal clothes once the others had figured out how it worked. Now he was only allowed to participate if he didn't go snapping himself back into a loincloth. Hence the current state of his hands: they were wrapped up in a thick layer of bandage tape, allowing him a little flexibility to grab large objects, but that was about it.

He flexed his bound fingers uselessly, a faint sound of disappointment escaping from him. This was terrible; he failed the Pyro Jacks, and now no one would be able to enjoy a Green Christmas...

Yu flopped over uselessly on the couch, watching his friends enjoy the festivities. It was so not fair...