In the early hours of the morning, Molly goes into Julius' bedroom. She is quiet when she enters, careful to open the door slow enough so that it did not crack and stir him from his much needed beautyrest. Once inside, she heads straight for his closet, pushing around hangers upon hangers of clothes as though browsing the clearance section of a department store.
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Julius has always been a fairly light sleeper. After how much wanderlust had been instilled in his flighty bohemian parents, he’d never occupied one place long enough to really get accustomed to the place, and as a result he now always seems to find himself hovering just uncomfortably above a particularly deep sleep— always a little too en guarde to really let himself relax.
Molly had been relatively quiet in tiptoeing into his bedroom, and Julius probably wouldn’t have stirred from the gentle opening his his bedroom door, or his roommate’s soft footsteps across his bedroom floor on their own. The reality of the situation, however, is that Julius dresses for attention— and part of what gets you attention is having clothing that rustles, flutters, and jangles in all the right ways. The moment Molly began to quietly paw through each of the outfits hanging in his closet was the moment that sealed her fate.
“Huh!” he exclaims with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed after going from zero to one hundred in only a second. “Who’s there?!”
Julius rips his sleep mask off in a quick, harried motion - replacing the cartoon sparkly eyes that had been embroidered on the front of it with his own eyes, squinting and dazed at being so violently reintroduced to the world. He settles into an unpleasant pout when he recognizes what’s going on here.
“Oh, borrowing something, are we? Silly me, I must have forgotten that I said you could help yourself to my closet this morning.☆”