Oh, yeah. Life really was up for being funny at this early hour. Of course it was Vanessa's apartment door he'd just knocked on, which was almost ironic. Nevertheless, Idris was subtly glad it was a familiar face he saw, despite the two of them having met only once so far. He wasn't sure if he'd have been able to deal with a complete stranger in the tired state he was in, especially one that had sworn twice to his face.
The duckling pajama shorts made it easier. A lot easier, considering just how short they were. Idris wasn't a man to easily miss things that were so readily displayed in front of him, nevermind that Vanessa's choice of sleepwear certainly wasn't for his benefit. But the curlers would take a little getting used to, probably.
Idris was then inside her apartment, loafers padding softly across the floor. The apartment layout--from what he could see of it--was quite similar if not the same as his, though the decorating was very different from his own personal tastes. He followed the direction she was pointing the broom in, seeing as well as hearing the alarm now at close range (which wasn't doing anything for his mood, lightened as it had been by seeing a bit of bare leg).
"All right, all right. You probably need to change the batteries. It's sure as hell more annoying up close. Woke me straight up, actually." Idris frowned, for if Vanessa was still relatively new to the area as he was, that meant the people employed by the apartment manager should already have made certain all the smoke detectors were ready to go. Unfortunately for both of them tonight, this did not seem to be so--or at least Vanessa's apartment had been forgotten somehow.
Idris walked into the kitchen and tried to make his sleep-deprived mind work faster. He glanced at Vanessa, smiling despite the situation and both of their moods. Really, with curlers like that in her hair it was hard not to smile. They were almost endearing. "Nice way to meet again, by the way. I love secret 3 A.M. conspiracies, don't you?" There was only a hint of sarcasm to his words, brought on by the steady beeping. He was pretty sure he felt the soft throb of a headache beginning, and couldn't imagine how Vanessa must be feeling.