Fisher had thought that getting his normal clothing taken away, and walking around in his underwear, had been humiliating. This was much worse. What made it worse still was that this guy (or girl, or shemale?) actually seemed to like watching him make an ass of himself.
The ghost did not appreciate being sat on, disappating beneath Will's butt and then reforming on the floor beside the bed. Fisher curled up into a little ball and refused to come out, despite glitter man's prodding. Though he did release his deathgrip on the sheet when Will started bouncing, and thus putting Fisher in danger of flying off the bed. As the larger man finally settled again, Fisher sighed and dared to just peek out, grey eyes almost covered by his unruly hair. "Go away," he grumbled, kicking Will's hip with his toes. "I'd like to die of embarassment in peace."