[Stanford, or, for the sake of this particular roleplay, Pines, would jolt upright, having been previously occupied by studying a peculiar species of moss growing on a nearby tree. Upon recognizing his own voice, he would narrow his eyes, ever so slowly turning to face his... rather flamboyantly dressed counterpart.]
"... I assume that you got here via interdimensional wormhole?" [Pines replied, entirely glossing over the insult hurled his way as he took a cautious step forward. His six-fingered hands immediately found themselves clasped together behind his back- most definitely as a sort of learned defense mechanism from early life.] "I have to say, your wardrobe certainly seems..." [Pines would trail off for a moment, brown eyes roaming over Gleeful's attire with a somewhat judgemental scrutiny.] "... impractical. For dimensional travel, at least."