"Are those your pajamas?" Comes a new voice from down the hall.

In the time it took for Max to make himself decent to face this latest bedtime interruption a new face had wandered in. A short boy stared at him while walking down the hallway. Well, "stared" wasn't really the right word for it. He didn't really seem to be focusing on anything, but there was the impression that Max was the one not being focused on at the least.

"It'd be bad for you, right, sleeping in armor?" He continued, more to himself than anything. "I'd have to be, like, terrible for your back or something. Or pinch." Then he halted his advance mid step, and looked deep in thought for a few deep moments. "Turtles do it though." He resumed, continuing his movement right where it had left off. "Crabs and stuff. Bugs, you know? Can't be that bad, those animals do it and we're better off than them. More evolved. But maybe we're better off than them 'cause we don't bother with it?"

Wherever that line of thought had been headed was suddenly derailed by the fresh round of shouts from Wolfs room, causing him to stop short in front of the door. He studies the door for a moment before turning to Ruby and Max and pointing at it. "That's dreadful."