[Lupin is...surprised, for a word. He didn't expect to find his stuff literally in there, but there they were. He grabs them without thought--khaki pants, blue button up, yellow tie, red jacket...yep. They were his. The fit was perfect and everything.

He slips his leather shoes on in haste, momentarily thankful for the small comforts in life. He is tying his tie and straightening his hair again when he returns.]

Pops. This is just too wierd.