St. Peter's Asylum discussion

Always organized with papers and notebooks everywhere, but Peter's favorite journal is on his bed when it's not with him.

Peter's room has the usual furniture with a desk that has drawers to put his utensils. Inspirational quotes from authors as posters plaster the originally dull walls.

RP here.

Skipping through the halls, Morgan found herself rather lost. With a frown, she paused in front of Peter's dorm. Which way were the stairs...?

Peter glanced up at the silhouette on the outside of his dorm. He frowned, getting up off his bed to meet the figure.

Who in the hell...?

He pulled open the door, surprised to find a tiny, adorable little girl looking confused at his door.

She heard the door open, and immediately backed up a few steps. Better safe than sorry...

"Sorry," she said rather quickly. "I got lost."

"That's okay," Peter replied in a friendly tone, not wanting to scare the girl. "Where are you trying to go, ...?" Peter couldn't place the name with the face. Actually, he couldn't place the face, either. She must be new.

"My name's Morgan," she said in response, followed by a quick shrug. "Upstairs."

"I'm Peter." He frowned, glancing at the end of the hall, where the stairs were clearly visible. "You must not have been paying close attention, then, sweetheart. The stairs are right at the end of the hall." He pointed, unaware and as naive as ever.

Morgan turned herbhead, right and left. "Which way?"

"My left, your right," Peter explained, slightly perplexed. Was she just that blonde, or was there another issue?

Morgan turned her head to her right, and pursed her lips.

"Okay..." she said rather doubtfully.

"Are you okay?"

Morgan nodded. "Mhm."

Peter was doubtful. "Are you sure?"

Another nod.

"Okay, have fun." Peter made a move to close the door.

Morgan nodded, and began to walk... To her left, which would take her down the hallway.