The little girl was gone as quickly as she came, and Chrishton shrugged while tucking his shirt into his pants. They were not his usual clothes, which were likely long gone, and they barely fit him. Halfway through the attempt to tuck his shirt in he gave up, and left the left side of it dangling out. It was because of his belly that the pants were so tight. He was still in good shape, but his washboard abs said goodbye years ago.
I'm not a nymph, I'm a human
"I was bein' sarcastic, ya..." his voice trailed off when Udorl left after the younger girl. "What a fuckin' nut-house..."
Chrishton yanked the shirt back out of his pants and quickly searched the room for a pair of socks to wear. The fox spirits were no longer very abundant - Chris theorized that they did in fact need to sleep at night - but one of them helped him by flying circles around a cabinet and insisting that he search it for socks.
He did, and within it he did indeed find clean socks balled up in a corner. It was a start, but shoes were more important.
"Wow, socks. Thanks a million. Dunno what I'd do without ya. I dun suppose there's shoes too?"
The spirit responded by disappearing into the orange sunlight that filtered through the window without a word. Weird... But not unusual. He shook his head.
Once in socks, he walked out into the hallway to search for food, and hopefully a goddamn bath. Hands in his pockets, he followed the same way the others had gone to look for Dorcas.