"Don't worry about it, sometimes my bras get on my ceiling fan too." He teased, hoping she knew he didn't wear them. He ran a hand through the blond hair, cut shaggy around his head. He knew he needed to cut it, but he liked to think the longer it grew, the more audio-futures/pasts he blocked out. This of course wasn't true, but... Oh well. He blinked blue eyes at the girl and stuck his tongue out a little. "Joking, just joking." He muttered and shook his head.

"Anyways, you ready? Oh, and don't worry I'm not going to judge you. I have plenty of my own little quirks I'm afraid you may have to deal with."

[Sorry it's so short. I had one line to work with.]