[ he doesn't think it's weird because it had actually been a pretty nice room? is that so hard to believe, rin? ( sorry to keep jumping around the conversation, it's just that he's still feeling that guilt hanging over him and he wants to keep you as distracted from the topic of his tail and teeth and ears as long as he possibly can before the inevitable happens and he comes clean with the whole thing. )

the note looks the same as his own, but the device …

he'd been expecting one identical to his. he isn't sure why, but somehow it would have made sense for it to be that way. ( if you're going to bring people to a new place, why go out of your way to customize everything just for them? unless …

unless there's more to this than he's really seeing just yet, and that thought is just a bit daunting for him. )

he stares at the device – phone? tablet? what is that supposed to be? – with a slightly awed expression, simultaneously reaching into one of his own pockets to take out his own device. which looks like a palm pilot and a sidekick got really drunk one night and had a baby. ]

That … [ still baffled. ] I don't know what that is. At least I think I've figured out how to use mine – I don't know where to start with that.