Bunking with him?
'Assuming 'bunking' means sharing a room with, I doubt it.
I never registered for a shared room. My room is singular.' Joshua replied.

Sharing a room. Do I look homeless.Joshua thought.
Joshua continued forward up the grand staircase to the second floor of the mansion, making his way to his room.
Pushing the door open, he saw a white painted room.
In front of him, a window take over almost all of a wall, showing a view of the stretch of woodland below and the courtyard.
An extension to his left showed a small kitchen, modern and glassy. The white carpet stood out below the black, cleanly vacuumed rug. He looked across to his silver, metallic bed.
Crap. It's one room and a half. Suppose that's what it's like in those strange American dorms. Wonder where they eat. I'll go ask the receptionist later.. He thought

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