[It's less confusing that he's woken up in a dorm, and moreso in a dorm that isn't one he's familiar with. The oldness of it, the fact that it's communal and not single-room like those at U.A...
But Mirio has been around the block more than a few times. Despite the concern already roiling beneath the surface, he does not panic. He keeps calm, and his confusion never quite makes it to his expression. If anything he just looks calmly surprised by his new surroundings as he pushes himself up out of the uncomfortable bed, stretching his arms briefly out in front of him.]
Hah, well! This certainly isn't where I was before!
[And even if his outward demeanor doesn't betray it- he doesn't want to alarm the others in here with him- Mirio's immediately on high alert. Something's very wrong.]
B) Hallway
[It's the voice over the intercom that encourages Mirio to leave his dorm once he's through speaking with those he's sharing it with, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he walks with his usual swagger, though anyone with a sharp eye on them might notice that the teen's fists are held so tight that his knuckles have turned white. He ignored the costume and uniform in his trunk, both things that raised more questions than answers, remaining in his proper uniform from U.A. instead. He's reading the pamplet as he goes, and as he reaches the part about Quirks...
He slows to a near standstill in the middle of the hallway, which is probably an issue for whoever is ahead of or around him. He's a tall fellow, built like a brick-house and not easily shouldered around...but once he does notice he's blocking the path, he'll hold up a hand and quickly step aside.]
Oh, pardon me! Sorry for standing in the way, I got caught up reading here...
[His smile is bright, broad. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's there.]
C) Anywhere pretty much
[Mirio is a force of nature. Not to say that he's obtrusive or hard to get along with, not even close...actually, he's quite friendly to anyone he comes across, and when he speaks it's with a cadence that you can't help but feel soothed by. It comes from years of training, learning how to act in emergency situations in ways that prevent wide-spread panic and mass hysteria. And if you happen to see him now, he'll be doing...well, just that. Trying his best to keep order as he's able while probing for information all the while.]
...no, I'm afraid I'm not sure what's going on myself. But don't you worry, we'll figure it out! There's a lot here to be combed over, and I doubt that our mysterious voice will keep us in the dark for very long.
[And if this is what he's worried it is, well. Things are going to go from zero to ten in a fucking hurry.]
My name is Mirio Togata. I was actually in a dorm at a different school before this one, just...obviously not here.
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[It's less confusing that he's woken up in a dorm, and moreso in a dorm that isn't one he's familiar with. The oldness of it, the fact that it's communal and not single-room like those at U.A...
But Mirio has been around the block more than a few times. Despite the concern already roiling beneath the surface, he does not panic. He keeps calm, and his confusion never quite makes it to his expression. If anything he just looks calmly surprised by his new surroundings as he pushes himself up out of the uncomfortable bed, stretching his arms briefly out in front of him.]
Hah, well! This certainly isn't where I was before!
[And even if his outward demeanor doesn't betray it- he doesn't want to alarm the others in here with him- Mirio's immediately on high alert. Something's very wrong.]
B) Hallway
[It's the voice over the intercom that encourages Mirio to leave his dorm once he's through speaking with those he's sharing it with, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he walks with his usual swagger, though anyone with a sharp eye on them might notice that the teen's fists are held so tight that his knuckles have turned white. He ignored the costume and uniform in his trunk, both things that raised more questions than answers, remaining in his proper uniform from U.A. instead. He's reading the pamplet as he goes, and as he reaches the part about Quirks...
He slows to a near standstill in the middle of the hallway, which is probably an issue for whoever is ahead of or around him. He's a tall fellow, built like a brick-house and not easily shouldered around...but once he does notice he's blocking the path, he'll hold up a hand and quickly step aside.]
Oh, pardon me! Sorry for standing in the way, I got caught up reading here...
[His smile is bright, broad. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's there.]
C) Anywhere pretty much
[Mirio is a force of nature. Not to say that he's obtrusive or hard to get along with, not even close...actually, he's quite friendly to anyone he comes across, and when he speaks it's with a cadence that you can't help but feel soothed by. It comes from years of training, learning how to act in emergency situations in ways that prevent wide-spread panic and mass hysteria. And if you happen to see him now, he'll be doing...well, just that. Trying his best to keep order as he's able while probing for information all the while.]
...no, I'm afraid I'm not sure what's going on myself. But don't you worry, we'll figure it out! There's a lot here to be combed over, and I doubt that our mysterious voice will keep us in the dark for very long.
[And if this is what he's worried it is, well. Things are going to go from zero to ten in a fucking hurry.]
My name is Mirio Togata. I was actually in a dorm at a different school before this one, just...obviously not here.