[ Midnight blinks, still shirtless and in his briefs, hair even more askew from bed and hand on the door handle. There is a beat. He closes the door. He goes back to the bed, checks to see if all of his things are there — yes, there's the mannequin in the corner, his books on the table, his clothes peeking out from the closet. So he's in his room. Ostensibly.
He goes back to his closet, grabs one of his long trenchcoats and a towel, then knocks at the door to the bathroom. ]
Miss? My apologies, I can't find your clothing. Might I ask if you know where you misplaced them.
[ ... Yes, he's just assuming that they banged last night and he somehow forgot. Listen..... He may be stupid. ]
i. i guess you live in my inbox now
He goes back to his closet, grabs one of his long trenchcoats and a towel, then knocks at the door to the bathroom. ]
Miss? My apologies, I can't find your clothing. Might I ask if you know where you misplaced them.
[ ... Yes, he's just assuming that they banged last night and he somehow forgot. Listen..... He may be stupid. ]