<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0e/20/3d/0e203dc9b3841bf7c87dc19adc0e288c.jpg)</div>He grinned seeing his friends in the room as he walked in. Stricking his best doctor who stance. He was tempted to retort that Bailey was incorrect that he wouldn't get anything on his precious costume but there was that panic in the back of his mind that if he ruined his only costume he would look silly in front of all these fans. And he couldn't have that. "Si, of course. You are, per norm, correct," he said with a gentle smile. He grabbed his suitcase and fixed out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Stepping back into the bathroom he disrobed, wincing at the tender spots on his chest as the fabric dragged across them. Gingerly he put his fingers to the pectoral muscle. He was never a hardcore athlete but he had a bit of a build. He was little more than a jogger and free weight lifter, in truth it was just so he could eat perhaps more than he should.<br/><br/>The muscle was tender and his nipple stood up from the attention. The entire area had a little ache as if he'd pulled a muscle and the more he concentrated on it the more he realized the other side had the same feeling as well. He made sure to note that so he could write that down in his journal but it didn't really trigger anything. He pulled on his t-shirt, just a simple fan shirt for the latest comic book movie, and his shorts. Marveling at the smooth looking face in the mirror he grinned. "Aiyah." He paused wondering where that word had come from. Still it wasn't that bad. He stepped out of the bedroom and moved to sit down. "Are we ready to go? Or Chris did you need to freshen?" As he sat down, his leg curled up under him on the seat.