Kazahaya shuddered. "It better be a dream, because if someone undressed me while I was sleeping, they'd better start running now," he growled. It had happened to him once before, nope, make that twice, but that had been Rikuo, and he'd been unconscious with his clothes soaked through and frozen, so that was different.

He zoned out for a moment, lost in memories, before violently shaking his head. "If it's not a dream, that means there's some clothes-stealing pervert running around here!" He pointed a finger dramatically at the girl. "Have you seen any sketchy people around here?" he demanded.