Anon glances through the little windows on the doors of each music room, but there seems to be always at least one person in every single room. Anon is almost at the end of the hallway, before noticing a room that is seemingly empty. The windows are fairly small, so not all of the room is visible. Anon turns the doorknob, peeking in carefully. It is not, in fact, free.

Huening Kai looks up from his guitar at the sound of the doorknob turning, blinking in surprise when Anon comes into view. Anon was the last person he expected to see. He was expecting one of his group members, maybe, but not Anon.

“Oh, sorry!” Anon grimaces, looking apologetic and prepared to leave. “All of the other rooms were full and… I couldn’t see anyone in this one.”

Huening Kai chuckles, pausing the playback from his laptop and taking his headphones off, leaving them around his neck. “That’s okay,” he reassures, gesturing for you to come in. “If all the other rooms are taken, we can just share this one. I don’t mind. Come in.”