Morgan groaned, quite loudly in fact, as he looked at the pile of clothing arrayed on his bed. Judas was curled up in the center of the mess, looking rather content. Morgan had sworn up and down that he had packed a proper suit jacket, but now that he was actually looking for it, it was nowhere in sight. One hand pushed up into his hair to hold it out of his face, he glared around the room as though his persistence would make the article simply appear. This lasted several minutes before Morgan sighed and slumped his shoulders, resting his forehead against his palm. Giving up, he considered the idea of wearing his usual jacket over his dress shirt for only a second before deciding against it.

Sitting down at the edge of his bed, Morgan pats the top of his familiar's head before reaching down to pull on his black shoes. Once the laces are secure, he stands once more to peer into a mirror hung on the wall. His unruly hair had been rucked up by his fingers, but a few moments of brushing at it with his fingertips had everything looking semi-normal. Adjusting his scarf and studying his own eyes, Morgan contemplates the evening ahead of him. Though it was unlikely that either of his parents would be attending, he expected to see at least one of his older sisters. While they tended to tease him, he looked forward to seeing them again.

Finally breaking away from the mirror Morgan looks around, wondering if his roommate was still around or had already abandoned him for the ballroom. Nearly a full foot shorter and a handful of years younger, Morgan considers Sulley to be quite... intimidating. Especially when he smiles.