You open the door to your room and walk to the communal bathroom, having decided to take a shower before going to bed. Not that one can tell when night is on this meteor.

You step in and find Eridan in the process of his nightly skincare routine. It seems you've caught him off-guard, in-between a face mask and an exfoliation, wearing a nightgown and slippers. A dozen or so jars and tubes sit precariously along the edge of the sink.

The two of you stare at each other for a second in dead silence, before he clears his throat and his expression goes back to his usual judgmental look. "What?" He asks defensively.