He tilted his head left and right, brows furrowed at the odd way his hair laid. She had helped him up the to the mansion she called home then handed him off to someone called Pegasus that was evidently an old friend of her family. The man had been a bit overbearing, what with his constant chattering and nitpicking his appearance, but after a warm bath he found himself dressed in constricting clothes. "This mess you call hair, how do you normally wear it? Ponytail? Bun? Braid?"
His hands rose, gathering as much as he could, and raised them up.
The frilly dressed human eyed him for a few seconds then broke out into a grin. "Laisse le moi!" Four tubs of hair gel and hairspray later his hair had returned to its normal shape. He supposed it was due to the ocean currents that would constantly keep his tresses in the upright position but once again he was astounded with how thin the air was up here. Not only could it not support someone's weight but it couldn't affect anything much heavier than cloth. "C'est manifique!"
"Judging from your crowing, I'm guessing it's safe to assume that you're finished?" A blonde woman called, appearing in the doorway as he was dusted off. Her eyes were a pale mauve, similar yet different to Yugi's, but her smile was welcoming enough as she circled him. What was with everyone up here wearing frills and tight clothing? Wasn't it hard for them to move? "Why did you dress him in this?" He blinked when her hand suddenly grabbed hold of the white jacket he had been told to wear. "This is all wrong. His complexion is too much for this, especially with that head of hair he's sporting. Why didn't you go for the satin vest and button up undershirt?"
"My dear, you dare to disagree with my wardrobe choice?!"
Amethyst eyes rolled as he slipped out of her grasp. The strange woman had one thing right: he had to get out of these frilly clothes. It took him a minute, or two, but he had managed to wrestle out of the confining clothes and was now faced with the large closet before him.