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It would seem like he blanked out for several seconds before he heard a remark over his slip and trip.

"Smooth, buddy." Stefan let out a small scoff as he head Tag make his remark, recognizing his voice. He would've sarcastically said 'thanks', but he didn't feel like raising his voice loud enough to hear. Feeling a nudge,"Hey," a voice softly called to him as he looked up groggily. "Are you alright? Wake up!" It was Char.

Feeling a body -- most likely Tag, seeing as he could hear Kenzi speaking from farther away, he didn't hear Key wake up yet, and he could still feel Char's presence nearby -- move over him, he pushed himself up. Stef quietly voiced, ".. Remind me to not to sleep on a floor. No matter much I may insist." He looked over to Char, and smiled one of his infamous odd smiles. He moved closer, leaving a small and slightly lingering eskimo kiss to the keyboardist's nose as his appreciation, before standing up to his full stature, mumbling what could heard as "thanks," as he didn't find making conversation more important then fixing up his appearance, and made his way towards the bathroom.

Ignoring the writing on the mirror, he tore off his clothes faster than he could he even bother to close the door, and then stepped into the shower, for what could've been one of the most quickest showers he had (15 minutes must've been a record), took a towel from a rack, and wrapped it his waist, as he finally stepped out the shower. That'll be enough for the guitarist.. for now. Whatever else they had in their schedules, he'll spend time on his appearance when it came. For now, he'd just go put on some clothes (once he found the damn key to his door of his room that had been mysteriously locked), and go eat something. He spotted a key that he picked up, and then finally opened his door. Stef tore through his closet and drawers to find something suitable. Changing his clothes at least 4 times a day was very normal for him, after all.