Vincent froze in horror as Ray simply whipped out a bright neon pink bra. A million thoughts scrambled through his brain at that particular moment, but one seemed to be blasting through the loudest and on repeat.

Aww, fuck.

Just like that, in one swift mistake, he’d managed to undo all of the work he’d done in the past several days. All of the hand-holding, flirting over dinner, secret grotto adventures came tumbling down to the ground with that bra. She stormed off in typical Ray fashion, slamming his door and eliciting a cringe from him.

That would be a noise complaint for sure.

Yet he found himself rather lacking in time to even bother with that, he was too busy working every other train of thought going through his head. How had they gone from arguably one of the most magical places on Althanas to...his apartment? How would they possibly get back? How the actual hell was he going to explain that one of his best friends from school needed to crash at his place because she caught her boyfriend cheating? It’s not like he hadn’t maybe possibly tried to make a move on her, but that was before he’d even met Ray, totally didn’t count.

Probably by explaining the situation, the rational side of his brain concluded. Ah yes, because that will totally fix everything the other half of his brain countered. He shook his head and sighed, perhaps he would think more clearly once a little more time has passed. He turned and dipped into his room, squinting in the darkness as he struggled to remember where he’d kept things, after all it had been several years since he’d unwittingly set off on his adventure, he’d all but forgotten where he’d keep anything.

Fortunately for him, the Vince of the past hated putting up laundry after he had cleaned it, leaving several laundry baskets full of…”clean” clothes lying about. He took one look down at his form and frowned a bit. He used to be scrawny, almost skeletal in nature, with hardly any body fat or even muscle to fill his form out. Now? He was incredibly toned, his entire body covered in lean muscle. Before he could have been confused for a skeleton, now he could be confused for a greek god. This led to several issues, as he could have guessed. He could hardly fit halfway into any of his jeans, getting them about halfway up his legs before the cloth stopped cooperating.

As far as he could tell, it looked like one or two old pairs of cargo shorts would fit, possibly. They used to be so big on him he needed to cinch a belt super tight just to get them to fit, but now they seemed to fit slightly tighter than he would care to deal with. Instead he found solace in his sweatpants, good ole elastic to saving the day once again. As for a shirt? Most of the stuff he used to wear was incredibly baggy to begin with, so most of his shirts were a little tight around the sleeve, but that was about it. In the end he stepped out in a pair of black sweats and a nondescript red T-shit that clung just a little too tight for his liking, but it would be the best he could do.

Apparently he had found his clothes faster than her, and when she stepped out she made this grand show of holding her arms out for inspection, so he replied with a grander show of looking her over.

“All you need is a pumpkin spice latte and uggs and you’ll fit in perfectly.” He quipped nodding appreciatively. Sure, maybe Ray lacked in the curve department, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating her beauty none-the-less. "So..." his eyes quickly shot away to loot at the pizzabox. "I should probably tidy up a little more" he stepped past her and bent over to pick up the box. He made two realizations at once. For starters, the pizza box was still warm, and he could see the grease still fresh on the pizza. Secondly, Ray had overlooked one critical detail over her attire. Right on the ass, in bold white text with a pink outline, was the word JUICY.

He scooped the pizza box up quickly, grabbing a slice and biting into it, confused by how warm and delicious it still was. His mind pondered this for all of ten seconds before offering her a slice. "It's surprisingly fresh" He had to make a decision, to warn her of the JUICY on her ass, and admit that he'd been looking at it, or feign ignorance and let her walk around like that. Frankly, he couldn't decide, and thanked the fact that he was chewing for being able to cover his own tracks.