[The person who answers the door is most certainly not Mikazuki.
Tall (though not quite as tall as Orga, mind), broad-shouldered, and seemingly fresh from a shower judging by the state of his hair, Orga is for a moment thrown off of his conversational groove.] Uhh, [said as he shoots a glance to the nameplate over the door, double-checking. Yep. Right room. Just the wrong person. Or, well, one he hadn't met yet; he'd met Mika's other roommate, and she was just about as opposite from this guy as you could get.
He recovers.] Hey. [He manages a smile. It's mostly working.] I'm a friend of Mika's. I was supposed to meet him this morning.
[Supposed to, at least. Maybe Mika had forgotten? He probably should've messaged him earlier with the, you know, telepathy thing...
wraps josuke up in my arms
Tall (though not quite as tall as Orga, mind), broad-shouldered, and seemingly fresh from a shower judging by the state of his hair, Orga is for a moment thrown off of his conversational groove.] Uhh, [said as he shoots a glance to the nameplate over the door, double-checking. Yep. Right room. Just the wrong person. Or, well, one he hadn't met yet; he'd met Mika's other roommate, and she was just about as opposite from this guy as you could get.
He recovers.] Hey. [He manages a smile. It's mostly working.] I'm a friend of Mika's. I was supposed to meet him this morning.
[Supposed to, at least. Maybe Mika had forgotten? He probably should've messaged him earlier with the, you know, telepathy thing...
He extends a hand.] Name's Orga.