Sulran woke up in Xiran's guest room the next morning. He lay in bed for a while soaking in the warmth that filtered through the window. Xiran had given him some clothes the previous night so he could change the next morning.
Sulran was still getting used to seeing all those colours. His world only had hues of few and this one was so vibrant and energy here was different, almost dark and sometimes sinister. He wondered what caused it.
He got up and used the bathroom before changing into the black pants and blue shirt Xiran had provided him. Although he loved the colours, he wasn't very fond of men's clothing on this planet.
"What weird clothes do people of this world wear, I feel like suffocating in these tight pants," he mumbled to himself, he didn't want to sound rude to Xiran so never said anything. He wore them ensuring that he wore front at the front.
