[He ducks his head, and tries (unsuccessfully) not to blush like crazy, and follows K into the closet.]

[It looks... very little like an actual maintence closet, because dreams are funny like that. The space is small and dark, yes, but the walls are lined with costumes and props, rows upon rows of them. There is a pile of clothes on the floor. There is also a mannequin head wearing googly eye glasses.]

...uh.