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 Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 9:00 am
Talon's Dorm.
The door in the hallway stands tall with the same colors as the other doors, the only difference being a small plague that says "Nate and Talon" on the top of the door.
Entering the room though, your greeted with a room of dark black and blues. The back of the door holds up on it a large mirror. Moving in, the bed sits a few feet away from the door, with orange and fuischa colors with a silky softness about it. Two darkwood, circular nightstands sit on both sides of it. Beyond the bed, there is a large extended window reaching almost wall to wall, with a small bench like area for the lower shelf like edge.
The other end of the room holds a large comfy chair with a red and white design on it, while it sits in front of a small desk. Next to that lay two, black doors. What's inside is a mystery. The only other real things are the bathroom door and the mirror ceiling.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 5:34 pm
Steam rolled softly out of the bathroom as the door swung open slowly, the hot air from the bathroom stretching out through the other room. Talon appeared out of the haze of steam adorn in a simple white towel that hung around his waist. His Hazel eyes peered over the room, stopping for a second at the figure that laid in the bed, and then moving on to the dresser. Pulling it open he took a pair of boxers and a pair of old ripped up jeans from the drawer. Disposing of the towel onto the floor he pulled both articles of clothing over his lower half before taking the towel back to the hook on the bathroom door. Moving softly along the wooden floor he crept over to the bed and laid down on the right side. His arms moved under the covers and wrapped around the other person frame gently pulling them closer to him.
Nate turned towards Talon as he was pulled closer to him. His arms sprouted out from the covers and wrapped around the larger man's neck as he buried his face in the crook of the other's neck. He wore what appeared to be a overly sized tee and sweatpants. A smile pierced his lips as he snuggled closer to the warmth that Talon was giving off. His eyes opened as he moved and looked up at the others hazel pools.
"You smell like soap"
"I like to be clean"
"Sometimes, other times your just dirty"
"Hey! I like to workout and play rough ... what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing"
With a chuckle, Nate jumped up and straddled over the other man's waist, forcing him onto his back. Moving down his lips brushed lightly over the others with a smirk. Placing his colder hands on the Talon's stomach, he laughed as the taller man jerked from the feeling. Still chuckling he got up from the bed and went to the dresser, pulling out his own clothes. Tucking them in his arms, he then dashed for the bathroom, grabbing his towel off the hook before going in. As he started the shower, he locked the door, last time he didn't Talon felt it was funny to come in a pour cold water in the shower. It was kinda funny.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 8:36 pm
The door opened a couple minutes later and steam began to fly out from the bathroom. Nate stepped out a few minutes later adorn in a red hoodie that he left unzipped revealing a white tee with a red lion on it. His jeans were baggy and held up around him by a black belt. He shook his head with the towel one last time before hanging it on the hook. With a quick glance he peered over at Talon, who had some how fallen asleep in the spot where he had left him at max, ten minutes before hand. He went over to the sleeping brute and looked at him with a smile.
"Sweetheart"
With that he turned and sat down on him, digging into him with his rear end. Talon instantly jumped up, knocking the smaller of the two to the floor. Looking down at him, Talon was greeted with a crack to the face. Nate jumped up and ran to the dresser, throwing on socks as Talon laid on the bed rubbing the now very red cheek he had earned himself. Nate threw on his boots and began to walk out leaving Talon in a hustle as he threw on his own shoes and grabbed a button down shirt chasing after him.
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