"Hm, fair point," Orsino muttered as he looked down at himself. He'd already forgotten that he'd basically just rolled out of bed, and still looked it - old sweatpants and a t-shirt that was clearly fraying at the bottom wasn't exactly the sort of thing one went out in. That, and he'd seen his own hair in the morning. It generally wasn't a good sight. "Sad thing is, it would be totally acceptable during a show."
He made a quick trip into the bedroom again, noticing this time that Seven had clearly sneaked into bed with him at some point. There were a few reddish-brown bits of fur here and there. Sighing, he shook out the sheets and changed quickly, running his hair under the bathroom sink faucet and figuring he'd have time to shower properly later.
A few minutes later, Orsino emerged, coat in hand. "I think this is probably a bit better. And I'm actually starting to feel hungry, so the timing is perfect."