Ambrose had been shifting from foot to foot anxiously, and had checked the room number twice by the time Caleb finally stepped out. Their eyes met across the room as he stepped out of the bathroom and Ambrose physically struggled to keep his gaze from drifting downwards. "I-I'm sorry!" He sputtered, face gone beet red at the intrusion. "I wasn't sure what to do, and well, uh..." He trailed off and glanced away As Caleb pulled on underwear behind the divider.

This time Ambrose gave in and shamelessly stared down at the white and pink underwear. Okay, unexpected choice of color. He scrambled out of the way, "Sorry again..." He fidgeted and hovered near the door of the dorm. "Heh, thanks, you don't have to lie though." Ambrose responded, shrugging off the compliment. He was just being nice. Ambrose was still dressed in dark colors, ripped black jeans and the same turtleneck splattered with various shades of paint. "You're outfit is much more...interesting." He said, eyes lingering on the eye-catching shirt. Ambrose admittedly didn't understand the reference, thinking it some obscure magic lingo. 

"Right. Thanks again, I um, haven't been to a party in a while. Sorry if I'm unbearably awkward." He tousled his hair, "Might need a few drinks to loosen up," He grumbled, the last part was mostly to himself.