@✨ shin clown oppa The smell of freshly cooked beef and melting cheese wafted along the path Dongwoon had been through, along with a hint of salsa from the plate of nachos that rested on his hand. He didn't actually plan on making the snack in the first place, but after seeing Ryujin plead for it for who knew how many times, he just had to rethink his decision. Besides, he got five dollars out of it anyway.
As he faced the door of the security room, he hoped that he remembers Ryujin's job at the hotel right - or else the nachos would just end up being soggy by the time he finds the other. Reaching up, he knocked his knuckles against the door. (Although only for the sole purpose of letting anyone inside know of his presence beyond the entrance.) He didn't want to wait for anyone; he turned the knob and pushed the door, letting himself inside the room before he called out: "Hey, uh, is Ryujin here?"