He had completely forgot about the fact that he was still wearing a purple set of whiskers on his face and began running around and hiding anything of value that might be out in the open right now. It wasn't much but things like markers were thrown out of his window and he didn't care if they ended up hitting someone below on the street level. It was better there than in Kira's hands right now.
She'd stumbled and nearly fallen a few times but at least she was going to change in the bathroom...even if she'd decided it was okay to take her shirt off in front of him. He had tried to look away, he did try out of respect for the young kitsune but he was still male and embodied as a teenager so he didn't look away. In fact he stared a little too hard for a while as he watched her walk from his bed to the bathroom.
While she was in the bathroom he also managed to pull up the now soaked and colorful sheets from his bed and balled them all up, tossing them off to the side of the room and away from her vision he hoped. He was also praying that she didn't go wrecking his favorite shirt either, he was picky about his clothes oddly. At least the way they felt.
Simon was ready to knock on the bathroom door and check on her when she swung it open, his brows lifting in mild surprise. "Hey...hi. Uhh, you okay?" He asked curiously noticing that she seemed tired all over again. He looked inside the bathroom to see if it was wrecked but all seemed well and he focused back on Kira now.