They entered the apartment after a few moments of Azil fumbling with the keys but not even his own preoccupation with acting normal would have prepared him for the shock he received on entering.
At first, it was completely dark inside but then his roommate suddenly flipped on a switch and light flooded the room. Then the light illuminated the complete mess the place was in.
The floor was covered with random papers, the sofa which he could barely see was buried under piles of clothes and the kitchen adjacent to him had no counter space with all the cutlery over it. As someone who was used to being indefinitely pampered, Azil could not stomach what he saw. At his old house, servants always maintained everything perfectly- even the smallest blade of grass.
"Uh...what's this stuff?" Azil decided to point out the papers on the floor first to his roommate who had ignored him for the most part and was presently chugging some drink by the fridge.
"Huh? That's your stuff man."
"What?"
"Those are your papers for that law exam you wanted to prepare for."
'Law exam?' He couldn't help but stare blankly at the papers. Sure he didn't know much but he knew that whatever he was studying in college wasn't law. Maybe his roommate made some kind of mistake since he didn't seem to pay attention to him.
"Oh and the other two are coming back from their class trip today."
"Uh..." Azil felt weak all of a sudden. Did he have to meet two more people who were probably highly identical to the guy standing before him? "I'm going to take a shower." He opted for saying instead.
"Sure." His roommate said, "You look like you haven't showered in days."
"Look who's talking." Azil couldn't help but mumble and somehow his mumbling was audible because his roommate laughed.
"Fair enough."
About 30 minutes later, he had taken a shower and changed into the clothes given to him and he felt much better than before. After all, a bath was refreshing regardless of the world. Meanwhile his roommate had cleared some space on the sofa and was watching something on the television.
Azil wanted to avoid him if possible for multiple reasons but it was going to be hard to do that since they were living together. He would eventually have to bring up his memory loss to them too.
For the time being he decided to use his phone to familiarize himself with his life. He had seen a lot of people using it in the past few days, almost everyone actually, and so he decided he could imitate them. It was a device that worked by just touching and it could also connect to people. Azil would have been more excited but in a way he had already integrated into the world so using a phone just felt like a matter of obligation.
He noticed that someone had called him a bunch of times but the number wasn't saved so he couldn't tell who. Emmy had told him his parents might call so could it be them? He nervously tapped the call icon next to the contact, feeling stressed at the idea of talking to parents he didn't know.
"Rahey?" But the voice on the other side was definitely someone he knew.
"Violetta." He breathed a sigh of relief. Why hadn't Rahey saved her number? None of the contacts he saw under Violetta's missed calls were saved either but considering he knew what saving a contact was, Rahey should have done it at least once right?
"Oh thank goodness you finally picked up! What happened to you yesterday?"
"It's a long story." Azil didn't really want to elaborate. He felt a pang of guilt upon realizing that he had taken all of Violetta's study material and left it at the hospital. He couldn't blame Emmy for not reminding him either seeing as she didn't know what he had brought except for the fact that he was supposed to have a change of clothes.
"I'm sorry but I left your books at the hospital when I went there for my check-up."
"No worries, Rahey!" Violetta seemed pretty eager to reassure him by the tone of her voice. "You should rest now. Sorry for bothering you this late."
"It's fine." He replied, "Good night." And with that he ended the call. His first call had gone pretty well he supposed.
He then noticed that his roommate had at some point stopped looking at the T.V and was giving him a questioning look instead. "Who's that?"
"A classmate."
"I thought you hated everyone in your class."
"Of course not." Azil pressed his hand against his forehead, feeling irritated. He wanted to pause time until the other two showed up so he could answer all their questions at once instead of repeating it a million times.
His roommate didn't answer but kept looking at him which made him uncomfortable so he opened his phone again and tapped whichever icons had a notification above them. Most of it he didn't get but then he found what was called an email and a notice from the college.
The exam was going to be postponed. His eyes widened. On one hand, he felt glad but on the other, he had no idea what to do. His basic information was lacking. Even if he memorized everything for one exam, it wasn't something he could keep doing.
He had secretly hoped that his roommates would have been of help to him but if the other two were like the guy before him then none of them were in his course or the studious type.
As he had those thoughts swirling about in his head, the door opened.
"Hey we're back!"
Azil had always been abnormally patient so he found it surprising that his first thought was- 'Great, more explaining to do.'
Was Rahey's old personality rubbing off on him or would he have become like Rahey if he lived in the same world?