[When they get over to the front desk, Ryan lets go of Mayoi because he needs his other hand, but winds up leaning hard against the desk instead - whole arm on the desk, head heavy on his arm like it's a pillow, leaving him a little crooked while having this conversation. The receptionist either has not noticed this or does not seem to care, just saying one of his stock lines when they approach like they aren't even there.]
Ryan! And it's, uh...
[The reason he shifted everything around was so he could search his pocket. He digs for a second or two and then pulls out his room key, victorious!]
Issthis one!
[Ta da! He has no idea what the room number is, but thankfully it's probably on the key somewhere. And thankfully Mayoi is also a decent person, since Ryan is literally just handing him the key to his room like he knows him.]
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Ryan! And it's, uh...
[The reason he shifted everything around was so he could search his pocket. He digs for a second or two and then pulls out his room key, victorious!]
Issthis one!
[Ta da! He has no idea what the room number is, but thankfully it's probably on the key somewhere. And thankfully Mayoi is also a decent person, since Ryan is literally just handing him the key to his room like he knows him.]