[he woke up from a late nap, having fallen asleep in the library. and finding himself dressed in
this was definitely not how he wanted to be. his hair is even up in ringlets like the picture, little crown included. the skirt was short enough to show up the grisly scarring on his right leg, a lot like the scar a certain Gregory House. he kept tugging it down, and he's - well - swearing... again]
Sacred bleeding fuck! What is with this place? Ain't a damn girl, y'know!