"Uh huh," Sora replied. Oh, so that's what it was. In that case, he MUST get up. The Prince pushed the blankets off and blearily looked around the room. "Uh huh," he reaffirmed, trying to drag his body off of the bed and figure out what clothes were. He tried to stand up and promptly sat back down hard, heaving a deep, laborious sigh.
"I am ready already," he said, clawing his clothing off and groping around for anything that looked like his. He managed to put pants on alright but his shirt was backwards. Why did his head feel so heavy and full of clouds? It wasn't fair. Sora put a cloak on even though he probably didn't need it and pulled the hood on over his head so the light would go away.
"Receiving hours," he muttered, getting up and heading towards the door. Shoes? Only lesser men wore shoes!