[What a short time it takes, for this chaos god to rumple Liem's neurotically tidy bedroom into a more haphazardly lived-in state. He watches for a moment in tired bemusement as Set investigates whatever seems to catch his fancy, leaving disarray in his wake. Liem hates to think what kind of state his own home must be in — unless his retainer also serves as his maid.

When Set makes for the closet, Liem crosses to the wide, curtain-shrouded bedroom window and slides back the outermost layer of fabric, letting a profusion of soft light flood in through the translucent curtains that lie beneath. Even he prefers not to dress in the dark; it makes judging colours difficult.

Having progressed rapidly from shock to denial to arrive now at resignation, he turns around to regard the beautiful, unbearable man who has invaded his closet.]

It looks very handsome.

[Though Liem knows nothing about make-up, that much is obvious. Also, it's just polite to say so to one's date, which he has belatedly accepted that Set is.

Joining the other man in his closet, he begins looking through his (fairly substantial, at this point) wardrobe. Perhaps the reason Liem is always tired is because of all the hours he works to finance his shopping habits.]

Is this a venue where people go to be seen, or are the other patrons simply meant to burn with envy when we arrive?