Getting dressed in the morning was never overly difficult for me. It’s not like I had a closet full of clothes to choose from. As a child everything I owned was given to me by the Venatori - specifically from Dae’lin or Mr. Lance. My mother never sent anything. I came with what she’d packed for me and as I grew up things needed to be replaced so I rarely had anything in style. I got what was functional.
It wasn’t until I went through my Ad Aetatum that I was able to start buying my own things. I probably had more clothes now than I’d ever had as a kid. But by most people’s standards a duffle bag full of clothes was hardly exotic.
I was thankful that my OCD didn’t extend to being a complete neat freak. My clothes were neatly folded, but I was not compelled to be wrinkle free or wear things in a certain order.
I wore about the same thing everyday - a pair of jeans over a pair of boxers, a t-shirt usually sporting some sarcastic saying. It was rare that I wore something that wasn’t speaking my mind. Over the offensive t-shirts I wore one hoodie or another. The long sleeves and the hood had become a sort of safety net - something I used to hide myself in.
There were a few accessories I wore but usually only when hunting. Inside the compound or at home I tended not to and I preferred to go bare feet if I wasn’t out and about - was simpler that way.