Kirks ears flipped up at the sound of two figures nearing and knocking at the door. Both of the males exchanged glances of distaste. Kirk laid his head back down on his paws and swatted Dereks side with his tail.' Whatever, dealing with real people was far better than the imaginary ones,' he thought. He got to his feet and dragged them across the floor to the door, scratching the back of his head. His hair had had been cut shorter and stubs were coming out to form a beard. He wrapped his hand around the doorknob and opened it, not caring that he was only wearing grey sweatpants. His body was built like a Greek God, blonde hair grown on his chest. Hours of training screamed from every inch of his body, his arms, shoulders, back, all of it was muscle and defined to what was considered perfection. He was one of the few guys at the Academy who came prepared and looked good with it, not becoming too over-built or fat in muscle to where it would slow him down. Looking down at the young brunette in a dark blue dress with a silver band across her waist, he narrowed his eyes at her lazily.
”What?” No attempt was made to hide his grouchiness and slight annoyance in his voice. Macari crossed her arms with a firm grin, and Pippin sat by her shoe with a small yawn.
“What are you doing?? There’s a feast going on and you and I are missing out on it right now! Go get dressed, and do it quickly you ninny.”” She stuck her tongue out fractionally in a playful gesture. His eyebrows scrunched up.
”Ninny? Wha- I'm not going to that stupid feast.” He complained.
”Why not just go? You have nothing better to do.” Kirk stretched, propping his butt up into the air and then arching his back with skill on his Ryders bed. His blankets and sheets became wrinkled and scrunched up in strange ways.
”I could train.” Derek noted.
”You're far too tired for that. Stop acting like you have a stick up your ass and go, look at her damn eyes.” Kirk gestured to her with a tip of his head, easing his way to Dereks side and taking no note to Pippin. Actually, Kirk ignored him. ”Do you SEE those eyes?” Derek stared down at her, frowning slightly yet managing to look sexy while doing it. He placed his other hand on the door-frame, holding himself up and causing his muscles to protrude.
”Yes. They are disgusting....Oh..Oh God. Stop. Just stop. Alright, alright. I'll go.” he growled and slammed the door in her face in one smooth motion and rummaged through his clothes for something to wear. He didn't care that much about the feast so he grabbed some simple, every-day wear attire. He grabbed grey jeans and dark blue shoes along with a long-sleeved navy blue shirt. He put them all on rather quickly, the buttons slightly undone at the top so he wouldn't be too hot and opened the door once again. Behind him, although no one else could see it, was a transparent woman resting her hands on his shoulders. She had long wavy blonde hair and big blue eyes, she was wearing a long white skirt with a brown top and flats. She hovered over the ground. ”Alright, let's go.” he sighed tiredly and closed the door after Kirk came out and went off ahead of them.
”Have fun, Derek.” her voice was like sugar to Dereks ears, beckoning him to death. A part of him was actually grateful AND happy Macari had come to bug him. Any longer locked up in that room and he might go insane.
“Shall we?” She offered her arm with an excited, though grateful, look. He looked down at her from the corner of her eye, a faint, just barely there smile appearing on his face. He locked his arm around hers and lead her down the hallway to the feast without another word.
Upon entering the area the feast was held, Derek thought he would go blind. He had been stuck in that room since day one of training and hadn't left it till now. He still worked out, still kept his body in shape but he couldn't handle going out and risking talking to the ghosts with people around. He didn't want anyone to know about his...illnesses. He took more than 20 pills a day, 7 types of different medications to target all his issues. Being in a war zone really messed with a mans mind. Tag that along with watching his friends and family die and being put into what is like a concentration camp/camp to make the people you conquer your warriors..if you didn't come out twisted or with some funky trauma than you never came out at all. Anyone who escaped that without illness, could only escape it through death. He covered his eyes for a short while before he got used to it and ran his hand down to his stomach. It growled lightly.
”Choose where you want to sit, I don't care. As long as I can eat.” Kirk meowed in agreement.