( I'm going to start like Dorian arrived the night before.)

Dorian stepped out of his room, letting out a catlike yawn in the process. He glanced back into his room, the colors rather dark but earthy colors. Closing the door, he glanced briefly at his name tag that marked the room at his before starting down the hall. On the way he studied his claws, his claws actually retractable, so they just looked like pointed fingernail when they were retracted. But when they weren't, they were around two inches long, which accounted for the blocky look of his fingers. Brushing his fingers through his multicolored hair, he looked around a bit. He searched for a cafe, and soon found one, using his nose.

The house smelled strange, the odd scent of canine having spread and mixed with feline scent. He walked into the cafe, entering just after a girl. He immediately searched for something easy to eat, ignoring the other person for now.