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[Dias stirs in his sleep, and immediately detects something wrong. He usually sleeps in his clothes - he still feels uneasy about anyone seeing his scars, even though Celes got a good look at them the day they arrived - but what he's wearing now isn't nearly as comfortable as his own clothing, so what...?
He sits up and finds himself in a tuxedo. He can quite safely be said to have never worn one of these in his life, and the look on his face communicates this quite clearly.] What now?
[He takes in the surroundings with a mixture of aggravation and, as he realizes the overall theme of the place, growing embarrassment. And when he sees that Celes is lying next to him on the bed - and what she's wearing - he distinctly Does Not Panic. He gets up, calmly, and goes over to the table, sitting down and eating his dinner very intently. Mere foodstuffs have never required this level of focus.]
He sits up and finds himself in a tuxedo. He can quite safely be said to have never worn one of these in his life, and the look on his face communicates this quite clearly.] What now?
[He takes in the surroundings with a mixture of aggravation and, as he realizes the overall theme of the place, growing embarrassment. And when he sees that Celes is lying next to him on the bed - and what she's wearing - he distinctly Does Not Panic. He gets up, calmly, and goes over to the table, sitting down and eating his dinner very intently. Mere foodstuffs have never required this level of focus.]