( the dormitories are at least calm and quiet, largely empty as he's guided to a given door among dozens of others. makoto follows him inside, and... deep, very deep, inside of himself, there is a part of him that isn't surprised. it just feels understood that dextera's living space would be so sparse, so utterly spartan to the point of barrenness.

the rest of him is appalled, finding it completely abhorrent that he would choose to live like this. it's clean, at the very least, but the bed isn't even properly made, for crying out loud! he doesn't even have a wardrobe — does he only have two sets of clothing and shoes, total? as he steps within and looks around, makoto's initial look of shock slowly curdles into one of horror, and he faces dextera with a dark expression. )

Please tell me you've only been here less than three days, and that's why you haven't bothered to invest in even a simple duvet.

( the way he says it, however, indicates he already knows what the answer is. no... neither of them would be so lucky. )

Where do you expect me to sleep? What do you expect me to wear?

( does this place even have its own bathroom and shower? and, if so, what on earth is the status of it )