It was a morning like any other.

He is in the corner, twitching and sniffing something away from Guest's sight. His back is turned, and he looks somewhat strange.

Just then, as Guest tosses and turns under the covers, about to wake up, he spins around in a shock. A look of awkwardness is evident on his face, like someone caught doing something secret.

..Ah, you're, you're awake..?

In his hands are the clothes Guest wore out yesterday. He had his nose buried in them. The atmosphere is thick with awkwardness.