The Next Morning...
Dinadan's a light sleeper, especially in an unfamiliar place. But he'd somehow managed to fall asleep in spite of the sounds of New York and, oh yeah, the fact that he was in an actual girl's actual bed. He's going to blame the shrinking in his sleep on nerves.
At least, he will once he finds his way out of the shirt that he borrowed from Petra. At least his underwear shrank with him.
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