Snippet #2448316

As Isamu sat in his bed the bird foot print tattoo on the bottom of his wrist began to itch and sting. He cursed to himself as he scratched at it, but the pain would not cease. From many past experiences, the frail young man knew this to be Sir and Lady Saiforro's way of calling him forth. As reluctant as he was, he knew that if he did not obey their orders, then bad things would happen. So, he very quietly got out of bed and slowly walked over to the door. He was hunched over in pain as he opened the infirmary door and slid through.

Tarik narrowed his eyes and glared down at tawny with a stern expression on his face. Her grip was strong, but he pulled back anyway, trying hard to take his hand away from her chest. He was still quite disgusted by how blunt she was and open to a physical relationship she was. "Resident or not," get dressed now.

He then turned and went to his desk. Tarik sat in the spinney chair and pulled out some paperwork, then began filling it out. He hated filling out accident reports, they were very lengthy and took up quite a bit of time. he was so busy in fact, that he didn't even notice that Isamu had left.