Having a roommate that wanted to walk around naked wouldn't be a problem to Orion. People did what they had to do, or were forced to do, but being naked was really a choice that he didn't mind someone making.
"Orion Dysmas," he replied. Orion looked down at his bag of things and one messenger bag that he took everywhere. "Yeah, I'm big on traveling light. And I think I can manage." Orion smiled, scratching the scruff on his chin.
The one dufflebag was more than enough stuff; he didn't have a lot of clothes to begin with and only one pair of shoes. If he needed something new he'd sketch it up and make it come into being. Which was easier done with shirts and pants that you didn't need for more than a week, when it came to shoes he was still learning how to make things permanent, though it meant less to clean up in his room.
"Want anything to drink or eat? I was thinking about ordering pizza." Orion walked back into the living room area, so if Joel wanted to go back to his game he could. Orion sank into couch, not really caring if he things made it into his new room yet. They'd get there eventually. Or he could try and make a minion to do it.