Cool
It's not his coat anymore. Even though he remembers how good the brown trench coat used to look on him, it doesn't fit anymore. Bowties and suspenders are more his style—oh, and "A fez!" He announces to the unoccupied wardrobe room. "There must be a fez in here somewhere."
He wanders further back into the room, passing a leather jacket and a patchwork rainbow monstrosity before pausing by a thirty-one foot striped scarf. "Scarf…hmm." He held one end over his shoulder. "Scarves are cool?" Catching sight of his reflection in the mirror, he shakes his head. "No. Well… maybe."