[He nods, bundling up the apparent nightgown in his arms. It appears comfortable and decently practical, and that's really all he cares about, with no apparent pretense of a "dress" threatening his masculinity.
Living like a ghost has a way of making all that seem somewhat unimportant. He haunts most of the places he stays, and it's strange to feel welcome somewhere lit and warm and pleasant.
He goes to change, wadding up the outfit he walked in wearing and stuffing it in his sleeper backpack. When he comes out it looks like he's gone ahead and taken a bath, too, and his dark hair is damp and ruffled.]
Do you like pineapples? And what do you think of melons?
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Living like a ghost has a way of making all that seem somewhat unimportant. He haunts most of the places he stays, and it's strange to feel welcome somewhere lit and warm and pleasant.
He goes to change, wadding up the outfit he walked in wearing and stuffing it in his sleeper backpack. When he comes out it looks like he's gone ahead and taken a bath, too, and his dark hair is damp and ruffled.]
Do you like pineapples? And what do you think of melons?