He sidestepped over, opening the door. He'd already set up things, the chair turned with its back against the desk, the paints and brushes spread out on the wood surface. He didn't have a real design on his own face yet, just random bits of testing out designs on himself in the mirror, random ideas with smudged ghoulish green-white near his mouth with black lips that was halfheartedly wiped away, the scallops and dots of sugar-skull edging under one eye left intact.
Between his colorful appearance, creative nature, and eccentric mannerisms-- despite not being at all flighty or effeminate-- he'd gotten used to people asking if he was gay or something. It was a silly assumption to him, and he didn't think about it usually, but for a small moment he did now. His mind immediately broke it with a question of why? Hm.
"Step right up." He gestured ring-master-esque to the chair. "From what I've gotten, they didn't ask anybody for their choice on costumes, just threw us something we'd worn before. Don't know if it was the most recent thing or not. Lucky me, I got last night's work clothes."