James, Coats's Story

Michael pursed his lips as the cat and Marshal disappeared down the hall. He smiled to himself as he returned to his room to finish cleaning, this time turning his music down so as not to interrupt the other students. The rest of his cleaning went smoothly as the floors had already been done. He pulled a fuzzy purple carpet from one of his suitcases and laid it over the floor so that everything between the two beds was covered in soft carpet. Michael then flipped his matress and put his pale blue sheets on his bed followed by the thick comforter. The comforter was dark purple like the carpet but had lighter purple fleur de lis design pattern going across it. He unpacked his pillow as well casting the one they gave to the students aside. It looked stained and gross. Michael wasn't about to put his head on that. He smoothed out his covers carefully then moved his bed away from the wall so that he could clean that too. Cleaning the wall wasn't necessary, but Michael was going to be spending who knows how long in that room. He wanted his own germs to be the first to inhabit it. Clean out any history this room might have had so he could make new memories in it.

Michael then began tacking posters to his walls. Anime posters, K-pop posters, male models in speedos and graphic design. There wasn't much wall left when He was done but what he did leave was a square big enough to hang a white board/tacky board for class lists and impromptu meetings right over the headboard of his bed. He tacked a Hetalia themed calender to the tacky board and grinned. Things where coming out well. He tapped his chin and turned to the desk. He would have to make something later to act as a lampshade for the lamp. He didn't have anything on him. Everything looked good though. At last Michael pushed his suitcases underneath his bed. Straightening up, Michael smiled. His thoughts drifting to Marshall. He wasn't sure what to think of him yet. He was eager to learn more though. Blush reddened his cheeks momentarily as he recalled the lingering stares Marshal left for him.

"Hmmmmm mysterious boy.....you leave me with questions..." Michael sighed as he flopped back onto his bed, kicking off his shoes. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, stretching leisurely across his bed, toes curling and stretching. His bones popped lightly and Michael sighed. His thoughts left Marshal as he exhaled and a soft breeze stirred in the small room. It was as if someone left the door open to the outside. The breeze smelled and tasted fresh like the breeze off the trees and grass of a moist warm summer feild. Michael imagined he was outside in the warm glow of the sun, his wings outstretched. The feeling of the winds causing each feather to stir in it's place, shifting the pale strands of his cloud white hair. He could feel it too. In the room a breeze ebbed and flowed causing the posters to flutter and rise.