Paul walked through the halls anxiously, looking at each number on the doors closely. He stopped and sighed as he adjusted his glasses and let down his suitcase, rubbing his arm. An angry expression suddenly crossed his face, as an all too familiar voice rang in his head.
[Corona]> Is it really so hard to find a room?
He figured that his other self would torment him over getting lost, though he wasn't really in the mood to deal with it right now. He was just glad that no one else could hear that voice.
[Corona]> I mean really, it's right there in front of you..
"Huh?"
Paul looked up and over to his right, and sure enough the door with the number "312" was right there.
"Urgh.."
He picked up the suitcase and walked over to the door to his dorm, and reached for the handle. To his despair, it was locked.
[Paul]> What!? It's locked!
[Corona]> That's what keys were invented for. I wonder if the key you were given by that nice lady will ever be of use.
...
With another sigh, Paul reached into his pocket and took out the key he was given earlier. He had completely forgotten about it. While he was a bit afraid of it failing to open the lock, to his surprise he actually got the door open. Walking inside, he forgot to close the door, his face twisting with aggravation as his other self continued to torment and poke fun at him.
[Corona]> Is it really so hard to find a room?
He figured that his other self would torment him over getting lost, though he wasn't really in the mood to deal with it right now. He was just glad that no one else could hear that voice.
[Corona]> I mean really, it's right there in front of you..
"Huh?"
Paul looked up and over to his right, and sure enough the door with the number "312" was right there.
"Urgh.."
He picked up the suitcase and walked over to the door to his dorm, and reached for the handle. To his despair, it was locked.
[Paul]> What!? It's locked!
[Corona]> That's what keys were invented for. I wonder if the key you were given by that nice lady will ever be of use.
...
With another sigh, Paul reached into his pocket and took out the key he was given earlier. He had completely forgotten about it. While he was a bit afraid of it failing to open the lock, to his surprise he actually got the door open. Walking inside, he forgot to close the door, his face twisting with aggravation as his other self continued to torment and poke fun at him.