Marshall Stevens's Story

Jurou simply stood there in silence as Utrien and Michael spoke to him. They obviously weren't very pleased with his actions but, at least they didn't seem to really hate him. Yet. His bawled fists slowly loosened before becoming open hands as he let out a long, annoyed sigh. Rubbing the back of his head he looked at the knives on the floor again. "Perhaps... I went too far..." Jurou muttered to himself as he looked around the much less lively cafeteria. He felt so odd in silence. Only one other person were there. And as much as he wanted to go and talk to her, he had something he needed to do and quick.

Jurou quickly began to run back towards the dorms, and he was a pretty damn quick runner, not so good on his brakes though on this kind of flooring with so many turns and corners. Nonetheless he continued to run, paused for a second as he saw an amusing spray paint art over a painting of some man he was unsure who they were but they mustn't be very liked. It made him laugh lightly and he continued running. He was in such a hurry that he completely ran right past Michael and Utrien.
Entering his dorm finally, he quickly got undressed, taking every item of clothing off until he was butt naked, then he shifted into his cat form once again. He needed to hurry before Marshall's scent might disappear, he felt rather panicked now, as if he had a time limit, it was so odd. Quickly, the now feline Jurou hurried out of his dorm, leaving the door open behind him and ran off past the two once again. His mind was focused on only one thing. Getting to Marshall. Anything that might have gotten in his way he'd just ignore. He would travel through the shadows, being a black cat it would be harder to spot him. Sniffing the air he caught a faint trail and followed it. It ended unfortunately, became too faint at two places he could have gone, the pools or court yard. He remembered earlier that Marshall went to the pools, he seemed to like it there. This was very challenging for him, to enter a room full of his biggest fear. But he had to do it. He wanted to do it.

Jurou pushed open the door with his strong, feline body, simply leaning against it as hard as he could before it finally opened rather loudly too, so much for a quiet entrance. He just hoped Marshall wouldn't threaten him again, even though they had both probably cooled off by now, it was easy to light a fuse in Jurou. "Marshall!" He managed to yell out to the man as he sat there in front of the door in his cat form. He was quite puffed, usually he didn't get tired this easily but today had been a long day. He froze up a little when he saw there was another here, a female he hadn't seen before, and also the huge amount of water they were in was scaring the crap out of him. Luckily cats didn't show much expression. "Marshall I uh... I wanted to, to... Um." Why was it so damn hard to apologise? Just spit it out Jurou! "I-I'm sorry!" Yes, he finally managed to stutter out an apology, it was hard to stay focused in front of a stranger and a room full of fear, his fear. "I went too far... I never want to make anyone feel like crap but today I don't know, I just. I was an idiot." Well it's a start, you might need to do better than that though Jurou. He wasn't the apologetic type, it was rare to see him apologise, he was usually quite stubborn and it was hard for him to admit he was wrong, perhaps he was becoming much more mature over the past few years.

“Why are you fading?” Amelia asked Marshall as the two of them were swimming.
“You know, I’m not sure.” He said “ It started happening this afternoon while I was at lunch. One of the girls brought a dog into the mess hall, not sure that should be allowed, and I started flickering off and on ever since, the best I can get is ghost-like visibility. I’ve never been that great with controlling it, I mean I’ve mastered staying invisible when I want to, but there are times when I just disappear out of nowhere. I think it might be tied to my emotions some how.” At that moment he heard the rusty hinges of the door screeching in protest as someone opened the door to the pool area. He didn’t turn to see who it was as he was facing Amelia and didn’t want to ignore her. As he heard the door screech shut again he noticed that Amelia had cocked her head to the side with the same confused look she had given him when he was crying earlier. Then he heard the voice.
“Marshall!”
Before he even turned around he had put it all together; the look on Amelia’s face and that voice he recognized all too well. He turned to see the large black cat he figured was there. Something was a bit off about him, though. His copper eyes shimmered with a glint of fear. He didn’t know why, but he decided the right thing to was to listen to what he had to say.

"Marshall I uh... I wanted to, to... Um."

“Why was he stuttering?” he wondered

"I-I'm sorry!"

“WHAT!? He’s actually apologizing?

"I went too far... I never want to make anyone feel like crap but today I don't know, I just. I was an idiot."

Marshal turned to Amelia, still looking more confused than ever. “That’s my roommate I mentioned earlier. You’ll have to excuse me for a second.” He pulled himself out of the pool and grabbed his towel off the chair and dried off a bit. He walked over to Jurou and sat down next to him.

“You are one … brave little SOB, you know that? You came down here in your cat form, the form you’re most vulnerable in, when I just threatened your life, then you swallow your pride and apologize to me? Not to mention Utrien is probably in the halls out there, talk about taking your life into your own hands.” He chuckled a little. “Look you aren’t the only one who over reacted, I… I’m an idiot too. I know it was you talking, I saw your lips move, but I swear all I heard was my dad’s voice. That was the same kinda thing he used to say. So, yeah, I’m sorry too. It was just one of those things where we didn’t know we were pushing each other’s buttons, hell, I didn’t even know I had buttons to push. That kinda scares me ya know? I don’t wanna make anyone feel like crap either, and sure as fuck don’t want to hurt anyone, but it was like I could barely control myself. I guess sixteen years is too long to hold a grudge, huh?” He smiled as he looked down at Jurou, resisting the incredibly powerful urge to pet him because he didn’t think it was appropriate when there was a person in the kitty. “So are we good?”

Michael, startled by Jurou rushing past, blinked and sat up. "What...?" His brows furrowed and he got to his feet. "Come on Utrien. I think the idiots are finally coming to their senses."

Michael took the moment to help Utrien to his feet, despite knowing he needed no such help with all those tentacles squiggling about. They still creeped him out, it was the sentiment he cared about, as sort of a thanks to Utrien for being his friend. Such small gestures mattered a lot to him. "Come on." Michael hurried along the halls, pulling Utrien along with him. They ran after Jurou following what he later discovered was a trail of his clothing scattered along the floor. He picked them up, bewildered by the fact that Jurou yet again had turned into a cat. His clothes where gathered up, bunched in Michael's arms. He blushed incredibly when he picked up Jurou's boxers, trying not to think of a completely nude Jurou on the loose. He hadn't really thought deeply about it but Jurou was quite attractive and.....judging by his clothes, he smelled nice. Michael shook his head, again trying not to think about it and hurried along trying his best to follow where he might have gone next.

The pair got to the Pool room just in time to spot Jurou slipping through the double doors. "Don't burst in." He whispered to Utrien, adjusting Jurou's clothing in his arms. He peered through the windows in the doors and cracked the door open ever so slightly to listen.

"I went too far... I never want to make anyone feel like crap but today I don't know, I just. I was an idiot."

“You are one … brave little SOB, you know that? You came down here in your cat form, the form you’re most vulnerable in, when I just threatened your life, then you swallow your pride and apologize to me? Not to mention Utrien is probably in the halls out there, talk about taking your life into your own hands.” He chuckled a little. “Look you aren’t the only one who over reacted, I… I’m an idiot too. I know it was you talking, I saw your lips move, but I swear all I heard was my dad’s voice. That was the same kinda thing he used to say. So, yeah, I’m sorry too. It was just one of those things where we didn’t know we were pushing each other’s buttons, hell, I didn’t even know I had buttons to push. That kinda scares me ya know? I don’t wanna make anyone feel like crap either, and sure as fuck don’t want to hurt anyone, but it was like I could barely control myself. I guess sixteen years is too long to hold a grudge, huh?”

Michael smiled to himself, still peering through the window with his honey colored eyes. "Those idiots. Honestly." He murmured

Utrien blinked as Jurou passed them. He seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere and Michael was leaning on him; Even if he wanted to, he couldn't really chase after him.

To his surprise, Michael helped him up to go after Jurou. As he stood up, he was already being hauled down the hallway. He retracted his tentacles and ran alongside Michael. They followed the trail of clothes that Michael seems insistent on picking up. Utrien kicked the t-shirt up and plopped it with the others in Michaels arms. 'Looks like they were following a stripper version of hansel and gretel.' Utrien chuckled as that crossed his mind.

They followed Jurou right up to a double set of doors, and on michaels command peeked through the windows instead of entering. As he heard the part about him being in the halls, Utrien couldn't help but sarcastically whisper to Michael "What am i, some sort of deadly predator?"

Nevertheless as they made up, Utrien couldn't help the smile that appeared. "You're telling me," he agreed with Michael.

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Amelia Dunston

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[OOC= I was away for a few days, sorry for no notice. Also lazy post bc I'm tired ;-;]

Amelia nodded once Marshall mentioned his invisibility, it made sense to her once he explained it and how he thought it could be linked to emotions, most powers are controlled by the emotion of the bearer which is perhaps why Amelia had mastered her power so easily - because she had no emotion (or at least seemed like he did). After excusing himself, Marshal got out of the pool and headed over to the cat which had entered and called his name and an apology, which didn't phase Amelia much, she simply kept swimming for a bit, not wanting to intrude until their conversation had finished.

But Amelia assumed the talking cat person had seen her with Marshall, so she knew she couldn't just avoid being notice. So after Marshall's small speech Amelia climbed up the pool ladder and headed to her things in the one corner, then toweling off and slipping her feet into the sandals before she walked her way gradually over to the two of them and stood by Marshall's side, "You were not the man in the courtyard, were you?" she asked, looking down to the cat as she wondered if her assumption from earlier was right. If she was right, Amelia wondered what the man in the courtyard had experienced in order to get so angry, perhaps he was linked to the two stood near her? Perhaps they knew? Amelia would have to ask them, though she thought it best that the pool was not the time nor place to be asking questions that could either be totally un-related or just another spark to the flame.

The feline Jurou sat naturally like a cat beside Marshall as he spoke, simply trying not to pay attention to the fact there was a swimming pool in front of him, it was hard to ignore what was right there though. Things seemed to be going well, even though he apologised terribly, Marshall seemed to be just as rational about the situation as he was by this point.
As Marshall spoke, replying to Jurou's apology, he pouted like a child and looked away from the male, although in his cat form not much expression was possible to be shown, cats naturally couldn't make many facial expressions. "It wasn't easy you know.." He mumbled before smiling when he heard the rest of what Marshall had to say, it was nice to see him chuckle and it felt nice to smile. He felt rather bad though, even worse for what he did when the male explained subtly that he had a bad relationship with his father, and knowing that Jurou's asshole attitude reminded him of his dad made him feel uneasy, did he really act that much of a prick that it reminded others of horrible people? He really needed to take better control of his anger then, he didn't want to be seen as that at all. "You're a good guy Marshall, of course, we're all good." Jurou smiled although it wouldn't be seen on his feline face, his copper red eyes still showed that he was happy as the squinted when he tried to smile. "Maaan I'm so immature for my age! I'm eighteen and carrying on like a child, gotta get my act together." Jurou kind of wanted to be a role model, but he didn't have a very good attitude to be the type for someone to look up to.

His attention shifted for a moment back to the girl who had been quite quite, she seemed to be the type who wanted to blend in with the background, didn't talk much and didn't have much expression on her face, he felt curious to know more about her as it was hard to read her. He watched as she got out of the pool however and finally went over to them and spoke up. "I don't know about Marshall but I haven't been outside at all today, including the courtyard. Just got back from the cafeteria." Jurou decided to speak up and reply anyway, even though it wasn't exactly directed at him.

As he simply listened and waited for the two to speak and what not, his feline ears twitched as he began paying attention to the sounds in the background, he could hear, two voice yes it sounded like two people. Familiar voices. Was someone eavesdropping? That was a bit embarrassing. Casually Jurou walked over to the entrance, carefully walking as far away from the pool as possible then spoke up. "I can hear you guys you know." Jurou said casually at the door, it was too much of a pain in the ass to try and open the door in his cat form. He took a few steps back for the door to open, didn't want to get hit by such a big door which he didn't realise was so big and heavy until he was in such a weak form.

"Um....hi." Michael's eyes appeared in the crack of the doorway. He grinned, embarassed at being caught spying on such a personal moment. He pushed the door open and scooted inside on his knees, Jurou's clothes in his arms. "Um....We brought your clothes? That's totally the only reason we're here." He fibbed, a guilty smile on his lips.

He paused looking behind Jurou at Marshall and the girl by the pool. "It's really hard not to pick you up and just hold you Jurou, you know that right? I really want to just.....steal you and take you to my room and rub you behind the ears." Michael murmured. He was still gripping Jurou's clothes. Finally he stood up, glancing anxiously at the pool a few feet away. He wandered to one of the pool benches and sat there, tucking his legs under him and placing Jurou's clothes on the plastic table. He stripped out of his shirt and allowed his shirts to join the pile as well as his socks and shoes. Michael's torso was thin. His ribs could be seen just barely along the sides yet his stomach managed to be firm enough to sport a four pack. His waist however was somewhat prominent for a male. His pants rode low on his hips, low enough to spot the tantalizing V cut of his hip and waist musculature. Michael huffed and stretched his arms above his head. On his back was a pair of long trailing tribal tatoos in the vague shape of a pair of wings. Simplistic, but an obvious mark of his power. It looked like ink, clear as day on his pale skin but something about it made it subtly clear that it wasn't like any ink that anyone else had seen. When he flexed the muscles in his back the wings appeared to flex with him, expanding and folding very slightly. It was one of those things that was hard not to notice once you saw it. Michael sighed and leaned back against the chair, crossing his legs leisurely.

Marshall turned to Amelia, and looked her straight in the eyes as that seemed to be the only expressive facial feature he could get a read from. “Thank you so much for listening to me earlier, you helped more than you realize.” He then turned to see the door open and Mike coming in on his hands and knees. While he was making up excuses for eavesdropping, Marshall suddenly found himself incredibly aware of two things, he had just admitted that he had been flirting with Mike, and just how little clothing he was currently wearing. Throw in the fact that he was still wet and he couldn’t help but blush when Mike looked at him and Amelia. Mike walked over to the pool’s edge and sat on a bench and took his shirts off. “Holy shit, he’s stripping!” Marshall’s inner monolog screamed at him, actually causing him to make a slightly audible sigh of desperation. He knew that they had a similar body structure, but when he took off the shirts he did notice a few slight differences; Marshall had a more bulky upper body with well defined pectorals and thicker arms, and while his stomach was flat and he too had the V shape, his abs were not defined as well as Mike’s. When he turned and stretched his arms, Marshall saw the beautiful wing tattoos on his back and how they moved almost on their own. “Is he flirting with me? Or am I reading too much into this?” He thought to himself. He remembered, barely, that he had one more thing he had to before he got too distracted. He walked up to Mike and sat on the bench next to him. He had the urge to put a hand on his leg, he fought it and crossed them in front of his chest instead.
“I’m sorry for making a scene back there. I don’t know what else to say about… well you know, but it’s true. I’m sorry that it embarrassed you so much.” He said as he looked down at the pool, intentionally not making eye contact so he wouldn’t have to be caught in those eyes if he was disgusted. He still didn’t know which team he played for, Marshall didn’t have much for gaydar seeing as how he never found anyone he was interested in, until now that is.

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Amelia Dunston

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[OOC= Another lazy post. You guys always post around my bedtime ;-;]

A lot seemed to be happening now in the pool room, the cat - who apparently was Marshall's friend, had pointed out two other people who appeared to be eavesdropping on the conversation. Amelia didn't mind the spies as she wasn't exactly talking much, but she did wonder why they had tried to listen, maybe they were friends of Marshall and the cat man? Amelia listen as the eavesdropper explained himself and then watched for a moment as he wondered off to one of the benches, fortunatley she shfted her gaze before he began undressing. Now Amelia's eyes were on Marshall's as he turned to her and spoke, she felt a little uncomfortable that he was staring her in the eyes, not many people had before, but at the same time the way he spoke and what he said made Amelia light up a little bit. She replied with, "You're welcome." after Marshall finished thanking her and twitched the corners of her mouth into a smile to show she meant it. Then Amelia glanced to the door and started heading toward it; she wanted to leave now, there were too many people in the pool room for her to feel comfortable around, especially since she had come here for meditation. Amelia's alone time had been interrupted, twice already, so instead she decided to revert to step one and try reading again. "I'm going back to my room" she said to whoever was listening, her voice echoing in the silence of the pool-room which was then followed by the creek of the door as she left and walked back to her dorm.

Jurou couldn't help but grin at Michael as he attempted to come up with an excuse as he entered the room. He chuckled lightly "Haha thanks." He watched as Michael put his clothes down on a table nearby, oh right clothes, he forgot about those. Wait what did he just say? Oh right he was in his cat form. He could understand why many were tempted to treat him like a cat and also refrained from doing so because they knew it was really a Human in a cats body. But he didn't really mind, as long as people remembered he was Jurou and treated him the same, being petted and held, cuddled and such wasn't so bad. As long as they didn't go nuts like Utrien had before, that really shocked him. Before he could get the chance to reply Michael was already on the move.

Jurou returned to where Marshall once was and where Amelia currently was. Not for long though. Damn he didn't even get her name. "Ah- Oh okay, see ya." Jurou replied to the girl. She was rather quick to leave. She seemed like the type to prefer to be left alone, he'd have to get her name later.

The male's gaze travelled from the entrance the female had just left through, to the two guys who had now decided to remove their shirts. Well then wasn't this a sight. He wished to join them but he was simply too afraid. Too afraid of the huge amount of deep water he saw before him. His tail twitched nervously as he thought about the pool. He really didn't like this part of the school at all nope. But he didn't want anyone to know of his fear either, he had too much pride for that. Instead he simply studied the little details on the two's body's. Wait was that a bloody tattoo?! Even Jurou didn't have a tattoo and he was pretty sure he was older than Michael, he didn't seem like the type to get a tattoo. It was a rather nice tattoo too, wait did it just... move? His eyes squinted slightly in disbelief before he realised it certainly did move with Michael's muscles. How intriguing. He wanted a closer look, wanted to touch it, ask him if it really was a tattoo or something else. What else could it be though? Well now Marshall was talking to him and he was sitting on the other side of the pool watching them like a seed, perhaps he should join them. Yes that would be nice after everything that had happened.

Casually the feline made it's way to Marshall and Michael, making sure to walk as far away from the pool as possible. He jumped up onto the bench on the other free side of Michael and simply listened for a moment, then decided to speak. "I must admit I didn't expect you both to have such refined body's." He was tempted to shift there and then simply to show off, he was that kind of guy, but he refrained from doing so, remembering he would be naked and well not everyone was quite comfortable with that, he might get in trouble. "Also Michael, about what you said earlier, what's stopping you from doing that to me when I'm not a cat?" He said that rather casually, like it was normal, every day conversation. But he was most certainly playing around, teasing the guy, he liked the way he reacted to different things and words, it amused him. Although the thought of Michael stealing him and taking him to his room was most thrilling. Hm perhaps he was thinking too much about this now. "Also, me and Marshall are all good now, we both admitted to being idiots and apologised." He then paused, thought for a moment "but you already knew that didn't you Mister eavesdropper haha!" Jurou chuckled, pawing at Michael's arm. It was hard to do Human things in a cat's body.

Michael looked up when he spotted Marshall heading over to him. If ever there was a way to consciously will yourself to not blush Michael was attempting it as he let his eyes wander freely over Marshall's damp and topless body. He hadn't even realized he was actually staring. Marshall was a bit less muscular but Michael wasn't at all discouraged by it, not in the least. Michael did make a conscious effort not to glance down any further than his waist. He was looking right at him, like hell he'd get away with checking out his package in those swim trunks. Michael faced forward instead as Marshall took a seat next to him. Michael could feel the heat creeping across his face and ears as if he where being infused with magma. His heart was freaking out about it in his chest.

"I must admit I didn't expect you both to have such refined body's."

"Also Michael, about what you said earlier, what's stopping you from doing that to me when I'm not a cat?"
If it was even possible at that point Michael blushed harder, but at that point Marshall spoke up.

“I’m sorry for making a scene back there. I don’t know what else to say about… well you know, but it’s true. I’m sorry that it embarrassed you so much.”

The apology was unexpected. Sure he had been bothered by what went on before but it wasn't at all because of what Marshall had said about his past. Michael gave a comforting half smile. "Family sucks, I get that. No need to apologize for loosing it because of that. You needed it. But let's all agree not to let things like seriously bottled up baggage tear us up. We're all cool here, we can work things out."

At that point Michael grinned and nudged Marshall's arm. He spoke aloud to Jurou "Well, Jurou......What's stopping you from showing us your refined body? I mean......what's to hide? Hmm? W-we're all men here. Not like we haven't seen it all before. All this teasing. I don't know I'm curious to see if you have something to make up for all of it. What could you possibly have to trump Marshall's smooth words, kitten?"

It was a bold faced dare. Michael crossed his arms and grinned. He was being a bit mean at that point but it was all in good fun. He was curious too. It wasn't that bad though. Jurou's clothes where right there and Michael had no plans of pushing him into the pool or anything. Heck he himself didn't like water all too much. Most of all he wondered if Jurou would take it.

Bella began wandering the halls, her collar jingling as she walked through the halls, until she came to Michaels door, she began to meow and claw at the door. She sat and swished her tail around putting one paw under the door, trying to get someone’s attention. Bella began meowing as if she was in pain, her claws extracted, scratching the door.

Realizing no one was in there, she began wandering, and smelt around the ground, following them to the pool. She squawled when she was near the pool. Then she dipped her paw in, and puffed up, jumping backwards away from the pool, and stepped on one of the boys clothes, wiping her paws on it.

“Refined body? Smooth words? What's with the compliments?” He thought. “I thought it was established that I was a terrible flirt, but fuck, I won’t argue when they're flattering me.” Marshall very quickly began analyzing all the information he had observed throughout the day, that was one of the side effects of never being noticed; you always noticed everyone else. Because of this he had also figured out that the old saying about eyes being the windows of the soul was very true; people could lie and fake body language, but the eyes always showed what someone was really feeling, you just had to know how to read them. He had put a few things together in his head and decided to put his own plan into action.

“Now, now. If you’re going to turn this into a beauty pageant, you have to follow the rules. And so far Cthulhu, Kitten and Poltergeist…” He said as he gestured to Utrien, Jurou and himself respectively. “ have not failed to impress the judges. You, however, have yet to complete the talent portion of the competition. So, until we see the Fallen Angel spread his wings and fly, I think we should hold off on the parading around half naked for the amusement of others. So how about this; Jurou and I will go and change” He snickered slightly at the double meaning. “and then we can all go to the courtyard and watch you put on an aerial display for us. And then we can do the rest of it somewhere more appropriate, where other students” He paused for emphasis as he pointed to the new kitty in the room playing at the water’s edge. “won’t be inclined to interrupt. Sound good?”

"Oh ho ho!" Jurou couldn't help but laugh at both Michael and Marshall's words, this was fun he was enjoying himself a lot. The words that left Michael's lips surprised him the most. "Didn't know you wanted to see me naked that badly." With that said he grinned but once again, how was a cat supposed to grin with no facial muscles to allow him to do so. "Kitten?!" He exclaimed as Michael and Marshall had decided to give him this nickname, damn, at least they had their own too. He chuckled once again.

"Hey Marshall makes a good point." Spread his wings? Is that what that tattoo on his back was for? Was Michael actually hiding wings beneath his skin, he was curious now. He wanted to see this happen and nodded in agreement with Marshall. That was when his eyes gazed over to the pool where the kitten was he had mentioned. He instinctively became stiff and arched his back, his fur becoming a bit puffed up as he was now glaring at the kitten. "Yes that's a good idea, let's go get changed then shall we?" Jurou still wanted to get back at Michael in a rather playful way though for sort of challenging him, and so he jumped off the bench, and walked next to the table where all the clothes had been placed on, back facing both Michael and Marshall. He then shifted there and then in the open in his naked human self. But the only thing they could see would be a rather muscular back along with his butt and legs, that was it, if they looked that is. He then started getting dressed "so uh I have no idea where the court yard is, hope you guys do." Zipping up his jeans and placing on his shirt and jacket, followed by his shoes he was done, he had put his underwear on before all this of course. His hair was a mess though, as usual, you could say it was simply the style of his hair.

Turning around where he stood, he was now facing the three, his copper red eyes shifted from Michael to Marshall then back again with a sly smirk. He had many thoughts running through his mind, most of them were simply fun, playful thoughts, others were a bit more, crude, to put it bluntly.

Michael made no effort to deny what Jurou said, he simply smiled and looked away. "Fine. I'll show you my wings. It will be nice to get out of this awful building and get some sunlight."

He stuck his tongue out briefly at the two before picking up his shirts and draping them over his shoulder, not really in the mood to put them back on. "Hey!" He peered down at the little cat and carefully picked it up in his arms, stroking the back of it's neck. "This is probably someone's cat. I'll see if her owner's nearby, maybe watch her until we find them. She's cuter than you, Jurou, look at this face."

He turned to show the little kitten's face to Jurou, and got a full on look of him just as he was reaching for his clothes in human form. He blushed incredibly. "Jurou! Nice butt!" He grinned and slapped his bare rear with one of his shirts before falling into a fit of giggles."You wear it like a supermodel, babe."

'Holy hell, Michael, what are you doing look away at least.' Michael needed to get some fresh air into his lungs before he truly embarrassed himself in front of them. First Marshall, now Jurou. The both of them where going to drive him mad he could already feel his jeans becoming uncomfortable around the groin, they where close fitting from the start. He was just glad he wasn't wearing his swim trousers. He took Marshall's hand, and stood, turning his back to Jurou. "Come on, before he starts asking us to kiss his cute supermodel ass. I think I can find the court yard...hopefully." He took the little kitten and supported it with both arms. as they headed towards the door. "Keep up Jurou."

Marshall had to admit that Mike was right, Jurou did have a great body and the ass of a super model. He really couldn’t blame him for staring. Marshall, however, wasn’t quite as impressed, at least not with the ass, as Mike was. Marshall was entirely too confident in this area, in fact it was probably the only part of his body he was vain about and with good reason. Marshall had one of the few things that could trump the ass of a super model; the ass of a porn star. Granted, most of the time it was hidden under baggy jeans, but if either of them had bothered to look below the waist and behind him, they would have seen it for themselves with the wet shorts clinging to it. But Marshall knew that eventually Mike would be compelled to compare, then he’d see for himself. As Jurou turned, his eyes darted between Mike and Marshall. Marshall looked him right in those copper red eyes and was trying to get a read on what he was thinking. He had learned a lot from Jurou’s eyes today, the biggest thing being that under the badass persona was a really nice, yet sometimes overly emotional guy. He could tell that he was genuinely happy in the moment, but he was contemplating something and by the sly grin, Marshall was pretty sure it was something dirty and he would be lying if he said he didn’t have a few dirty thoughts of his own going through his head. Before he could get a solid read, though, Mike grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out of the room with the kitty.

Marshall stopped in his tracks causing Mike to get jerked backward as he was hurrying in the direction of the courtyard.

“Look dude, I get that you want to get some fresh air, I do too, but I’m still not exactly dressed for the Arizona sun, I‘ll blind someone with my paleness.” He said as he gestured to his half naked self. “I still need to get changed and my clothes are back in the room, so come on.” He pulled Mike by the hand, intentionally making sure he was behind him as he ran to the room.

“I’ll be right out, just give me a sec.” He said as he closed the door, leaving it open just the slightest crack knowing Mike wouldn’t be able to resist a peak as he quickly changed with his back to the door. “Terrible flirt my perfectly sculpted ass!” he thought as he changed. He came out to saw Mike’s cheeks were a little red, Marshall gave him a sly grin and a wink. The two of them went back the way they came only to find Jurou waiting by the doors to the pool. “C’mon.” Marshall called to him as they walked past “I think the courtyard is this way.”

Jurou stuck his nose up at the kitten, giving it the cold shoulder, it was in his instincts to get territorial and uptight around another cat in his presence. Who did it think it was, was what would be going through his mind. He crossed his arms and didn't bother to look at the cat and simply made a childish snobby sound. "Psh."

Once he had felt something hit his ass he naturally jumped a little "oi!" He said in response, frowning a little as he felt his cheeks grow slightly flustered. "You little shit." Jurou began to laugh at Michael's words, that was awfully brave of him, perhaps he was growing more comfortable around him now? Jurou liked that and hoped that was the case. He would accept the compliment with a simple smile, a rather cheeky one at that.

Jurou simply put his left hand on the side of his face, face palming in a sense and shaking his head as Michael continued on about his ass, it was rather embarrassing and all he could do was chuckled and smile sheepishly as he took hold of Marshall's hand and walked off. But the direction changed as Marshall stopped and reminded the guy he needed to get changed, this was an amusing sight, Michael was getting all excited, like a little puppy dog after everything that had happened. Jurou allowed them to go and get their shit together no too long after he followed the two, leaving the pool area, finally, and on their way to the courtyard. Jurou couldn't help but feel there was something going on between Michael and Marshall, perhaps it was obvious and he was being oblivious. But if that were the case, then perhaps Jurou had been interrupting quite a bit and making things harder for Marshall, he didn't even notice if he was, he just enjoyed Michael's company, he was cute and funny and lots of fun to mess around with. Actually, they both were. Would it be possible for Marshall to become slightly jealous of Jurou if he took all of Michael's attention? He'd have to wait and see as he wasn't exactly fussed about it and didn't care. "Sweet! Let's go have some fun then finally." His eyes shifted to the kitten in Michael's arms in disgust "wait.. what are we gonna do with that? We're not taking it with us are we...?" Referring to the kitten as it probably wasn't the nicest thing to do.

"Wha-? Crap of course. H-hey woah!" Michael slipped into their room. So much was going on in that one day he really hadn't expected to get to see both of them get changed in such quick succession. Michael was not complaining though. He snuck a look right on and couldn't help but allow himself to stare then. He bit his lip, hard then his breath catching in his chest as he momentarily forgot he was carrying things. His shirts slipped from his shoulder and he bent to pick them up, using that opportunity to adjust himself in his jeans. When Marshall came out Michael opened his mouth to say something but it seemed they where going on to the next area of the building in no time. Michael did try and sneak more looks however. His first assumption about Marshall had been completely wrong and it stunned Michael incredibly. He'd taken him for the strong and silent top dog who swooped in from the feels and took claim over the heart like a lion keeping it's den. 'But dat ass... No. No no no there was no way with that ass that Marshall could be a giver....how the hell did I not see this coming?'

Michael blinked, lost in his thoughts. His gaydar seemed to be rather broken around those two. They threw him off for a loop. But they both where damned hot he would without a doubt have them both in bed immediately should the suggestion ever arise for some reason but he was pretty sure they would find something to argue about in the process.

"wait.. what are we gonna do with that? We're not taking it with us are we...?"

Michael sighed. "Well come on you don't expect me to just leave her in the hallway do you? There's a dog out here somewhere. Poor thing would die of stress. I promise you can rub your scent on me again when she's done if it makes you happy." Michael stuck out his tongue at him. "Alright if it truly bothers you so much I'll put her in my room."

Along the way to the courtyard Michael stopped at his room, not realizing that anyone else might be in there at all he opened the door and walked in, stopping short at the sight of Amelia. "Ah......Hi."

He hesitated then smiled after glancing back out the door where Marshall and Jurou where no doubt. "I'm Michael. I guess I'm your roomate. Um.....I found....this cat by the pools and so I'm leaving it here in the room, is that ok? Just until we find her owner, Jurou doesn't play well with other cats. You don't have to do anything for it I'll worry about it. In fact.....would you like to join us? We're going down to the court. I'm going to show them how my powers work and stuff like that, generally just chill."

What are we going to do with that' Bella hissed at hearing herself be called a 'that'. She was too distracted by the attention to really do anything about their nakedness, none the less, Bella turned her attention to the nicer boy, and couldn't help but purr in the guys arms, she even gave him a little lick when he put her down on his bed, she swished her tail in the air a few times, and laid down on his bed, and began to clean herself, purring as she licked her toes and laid on her back, her head upside down, her neck exposed.I guess I can stay here until I have a room assigned' she thought to herself, as she fell asleep, the little bit of sunlight streaming in through the window.

“I promise you can rub your scent on me again when she's done if it makes you happy.”
Marshall couldn’t help but chuckle at the image that conjured in his mind. He watched Mike stick his tongue out at him. That also took his mind to a bad place, he could think of a dozen different things he could do with that tongue. “Good grief man, keep it in your pants! You already showed it off to him the first day you met him. It’s ok to finally have some confidence in yourself, but give it a rest already. You’re gonna be here a long time, you’ll be able to build up to that when the time is right, don’t rush things.” His voice of reason scolded him. “But he’s the perfect triple threat; he’s incredibly sweet, he’s fucking gorgeous, and he actually knows I’m alive. What more could I ask for?” He whined back at himself in his head. He shook his head again to quiet the voices and focus on what was going on.

"Alright if it truly bothers you so much I'll put her in my room." Mike conceded. Marshall had to agree with Jurou on this one, he there was something off about that cat, and Marshall was pretty sure it was another student. The eyes were far too expressive to not be human. They all went running off in the direction of Mike’s room, which just happened to be in the same direction as the courtyard. They stopped and he opened the door to see Amelia sitting on the bed. “Damn, guess that means Jurou and I don’t get to see Mike come up with an excuse to show off his ass.” Marshall thought with a dirty little smirk he was sure would have confused the two of them if they didn’t have their attention on Amelia and the kitty right at the moment.

"Ah......Hi." He said before he paused and turned to look and Jurou and himself. He quickly straightened his smirk as he looked at him then Mike turned back to Amelia.

"I'm Michael. I guess I'm your roommate. Um.....I found....this cat by the pools and so I'm leaving it here in the room, is that ok? Just until we find her owner, Jurou doesn't play well with other cats. You don't have to do anything for it I'll worry about it. In fact.....would you like to join us? We're going down to the court. I'm going to show them how my powers work and stuff like that, generally just chill."

Marshall liked the idea of Amelia coming with, but got the vibe from her that she was desperately seeking some alone time and probably wouldn’t be joining them. Marshall was starting to get a little bit fidgety as he waited for Amelia’s response. He still had a plan and everything was all falling into place. He was actually on the verge of maniacally tapping the tips of his fingers together.