Aoba’s music ran its course and he hadn’t set it up to repeat, so Ghost’s chiming had its effect, even if getting Aoba to wake up early was a struggle on even the best of days. It also helped that, though he had slept, it hadn’t been particularly deep.

He levered himself up, feeling particularly grody given that everything of the day before still clung to him, metaphorical and literal alike, only to get a sharp jolt of regret as Ghost’s question sank in and Aoba realized he’d failed to try it at all. That was supposed to be something he’d do yesterday, along with getting taught firearm safety…!

Spitting a little curse that wasn’t nearly so vulgar as the ones his other…side had been throwing around, Aoba scooted forward and reached for the folded attire upon the coffee table, grabbing a piece at random and shaking it out as he stood to assess its sizing. Though granted the fit would probably be perfect, just like everything else he’d been kitted, given Ghost scanning all his measurements. Upon properly discovering that the garment was white with blue and yellow accents, he was briefly stopped short at how perfectly his preferred color scheme it was.

Big guy pays attention to everything, went the muttering the back of his thoughts, somewhat more distinct now, and bringing a renewed flush to his cheeks. It was one of shame over anything else, though.

With the sound of running water to tell him that all was safe for the moment, Aoba started switching yesterday’s clothes for the fresh set of gear as swiftly as he could. He figured the least he could do at this point was confirm the fit. Pants weren’t hard. Neither was the underlayer shirt.

After that, things started getting confusing.