[ Miyuki doesn't see him look back. He's already turned his head away to take as many of the precious moments of privacy he can to bolster that level of okayness he presented, but which he's not actually at quite yet. He does stand after a moment, though, calmly walking around the end of the bed to perch on the right side while the closet spits color out onto the floor of the otherwise monochrome room.

Hell... ? That would explain some things. But then, they needn't worry about death anymore, and all his decisions thus far could have been far easier. Not that he thinks it impossible that he wound up in hell, but Miyuki has some trouble subscribing to the theory. He can feel the warmth of his own thighs through his pants now, as his hands rest there, and it seems to him like he's still alive and this is real.

Further thoughts are interrupted by an exclamation, and the closet spitting out a giddy boy along with the next piece of clothing. Miyuki just stares at him, his words harder to take in than the glittering travesty he lifts up for his appraisal. ]

Mermaids... ? [ His voice wavers on the word, as though saying it for the first time. Then his weak smile cracks up at one side, spreads across, makes it to his eyes, and —

There are the tears, only able to come out when he's laughing. Though they don't quite escape and remain stinging at his eyes as Miyuki clutches his stomach, shaking with contained hysterics that flood his tension-tight body with relief. ]

Y- yeah, that'd be awful. They're already an endangered species~!

[ Oh god, mermaids. He can't stop laughing. It doesn't help that, fashion unsavvy as he is, even Miyuki can see that thing is so offensively garish it's funny. ]

You... you better dump it. I don't wanna wear mermaid skin.

[ Snrk. ]