[As it happens, when Caesar arrives at his designated room, the other inhabitant isn't immediately present inside, though there's definite evidence that someone else has been inside — one of the beds has its pillows pulled out from beneath the sheets, the comforter is rumpled and indented like someone's sat on it, and a few things have been shuffled around in the bathroom. Whoever his roommate is, they've been there; that much is clear.
Also, upon closer inspection, some of the odds and ends are missing. The count of wrapped bars of soap is off, among other things. One of the folded hand towels has vanished from its stack.
It's not until a while later, once he's had the opportunity to fiddle around with everything inside, that the door creaks open and a new arrival swishes through the entry —
And stops dead in her tracks, startled to see another person present.
It's a girl about eighteen years of age, blond and blue-eyed and fair of face, decked out in a white gown straight out of a Cinderella tale and a long red cloak over. There's a bag held fast in one hand — which probably explains where she's just returned from — and a look of startled unease on her face, because evidently whatever she'd been expecting to return back to, a tall broad man in her room decidedly wasn't it.]
...Er.
[Magnificent.]
I...beg your pardon. I — think I have the wrong room?
red spring!
Also, upon closer inspection, some of the odds and ends are missing. The count of wrapped bars of soap is off, among other things. One of the folded hand towels has vanished from its stack.
It's not until a while later, once he's had the opportunity to fiddle around with everything inside, that the door creaks open and a new arrival swishes through the entry —
And stops dead in her tracks, startled to see another person present.
It's a girl about eighteen years of age, blond and blue-eyed and fair of face, decked out in a white gown straight out of a Cinderella tale and a long red cloak over. There's a bag held fast in one hand — which probably explains where she's just returned from — and a look of startled unease on her face, because evidently whatever she'd been expecting to return back to, a tall broad man in her room decidedly wasn't it.]
...Er.
[Magnificent.]
I...beg your pardon. I — think I have the wrong room?