You pushed open your bathroom door slowly with a slightly cautious demeanor as your peered your head through to see what the sudden noise was, raising an eyebrow at the sight. Fell was wearing one of your black shirts, in the process of pushing the dressing cabinet back as he turned his skull to you with a sheepish sharp grin. He put back the compartment in its spot as the skeleton put his jacket over the shirt, which had been laying on your bed while he was changing, and flattened the large creases dotted around. His eyelights focused back on you with a faint embarrassed look as he rubbed the back of his skull lightly while adjusting himself softly against the wall.

“Gotta take one since I can’t find mine…”

Fell muttered after a few moments of ominous silence between you with a gruff cough, his ‘eyes’ darting to the shirt he was wearing that belonged to you before his gaze went back to your face. His voice was a bit more rough from the early am though you could still hear the faintest of tenderness from being caught. He personally though the clothing was very comfy but he wouldn’t mention that out loud to you.