// <span style='color:3D0707'>Timestamp</span> \\
<span style='color:690000'>Quarter:</span> Dyo
<span style='color:690000'>Day:</span> 12th
<span style='color:690000'>Year:</span> 81378
// <span style='color:#808080'>Nassor Runihura Akhenshu</span> \\
Primary Trade ¤ Rogue (A)
Secondary Trade ¤ Aerokinesis (A)
Tertiary Trade ¤ Languages (A)
\\ OOC: This is a private thread for Odi and my characters; Nassor and Odi. Pretty please, don't join in. Feel free to watch! But no touchy. XD
Ah, and for referance.. http://aggysstash.homestead.com/files/tilghe.htmthe tilghe translator</a>. Nassor and Aodh'll be conversing a bit. ;)
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Nassor was quite amused. He'd already gotten himself lost twice. Well. Once. The other time he "lost" himself in the ladies' showers had been on purpose. Well worth it, however, to see a bunch of irritated femmes ready to pummel him.
Aodh was busy sleeping. The tilghe had decided that he would sleep atop the black duffel bag that Nassor was carrying, the strap slung across his chest and shoulder. So the white creature was really of no help at all.
Nassor would have to find his room by himself.
The charcoal male had met with the principal, introduced himself, and gotten a room supposedly unoccupied. This had unnerved the male a bit - he didn't particularly like being alone. Though, with Aodh, he was hardly ever alone. But a tilghe was not a pendragon. And not every pendragon was a young female with lucious curves.
Carrying his duffel would have been difficult in a quadropedal position, so on two legs he saunters, bipedal. His tail swings behind him merrily, the bi-colored flame flickering. The hall was a little too mute for his liking, so the male begins to whistle a lively jig. He had to refrain from dancing, for Aodh might suddenly come back to life and injure him for the annoyance. But that didn't keep a large, joyful grin from spreading out across Nassor's features.
Due to his bipedal form, he'd taken a moment to clothe himself before he arrived. Traveling nude as a quadroped was easier, but as a biped, he felt the need to be stylish. Today, however, he was dressed comfortably. A white guinea T covered by an unbuttoned button-up short-sleeved shirt, dark blue in color. His pants were jean, torn ragged just below his knees, leaving his shins and ankles bare. His feet were likewise bare - he didn't much like shoes - earth between his toes was a wonderful feeling. But this morning his toes were clean. No tracking mud in this pristine school!
Pausing the whistle for a moment, he looks again to the paper in his left hand. Which after reading the dorm number, 4385, written in ink across it, the male looks at the numbers on the doors around him, on both sides of the hall. <span style='color:#808080'>"4378, 4379.."</span> he smiles, <span style='color:#808080'>"Getting close, now!"</span>
He couldn't help it. Mixed in with some apprehension of a routiene (for he was used to being his own master) he was doubly excited. Something about this place made him feel lively. (Or.. perhaps that was just the abundance of females in one place..)
Stopping in front of one door, the male ceases his bubbly tune, and smiles at the number. 4385. His number. A satisfied sigh escapes his lips, as he takes the key, unlocks the bolt, and opens the door, pushing his way through.
His head angled downwards, to be sure he didn't step on anything, the mop of brightly colors hair falls across his vision, obscuring any real view of this miniature apartment. Turning his tongue to that of the tilghe language, he shakes his duffel bag, <span style='color:#808080'>"Aodh, zegi ob ayo cexa mesg yw pyrim."</span>
Aodh doesn't bother moving, even though the black duffel swings back and forth. He simply hangs on, and continues pretending to sleep.
<span style='color:#808080'>"Aodh.."</span> Nassor's tone warns the "sleeping" creature. <span style='color:#808080'>"Uw ayo tyr'd zegi ob U'cc legi ayo bod ezea ecc la scydnim yr ayoh yzr."</span>
The white tilghe snorts, U hiwomi.
Defeated for the moment by the stubborn, sleeping tilghe, Nassor lifts the bag off his shoulder, and puts the bag on one of the beds. <span style='color:#808080'>"Wuri dnir. Tyr'd lyfi."</span> Aodh's draconic face turns into a smile, Iqesdca.
Nassor happened to find this quite amusing: Aodh being more stubborn than himself. But, then again, Nassor wasn't one to be very stubborn. So, he'd let the creature sleep. While he waited for his highness to awaken, the male would look about this empty apartment. Perhaps he'd get some ideas on how to decorate it.
Brushing back the mop of hair with his right hand, the pendragon looks back to the door he'd left open. To the left there was a kitchen - complete with a breakfast bar, stools, and other amenities. To the right, a bathroom. From what he could see, there was both a shower, and a bath, as well as toilet, sink, and mirror. There were two beds, each with dressers not far, and a trunk at the foot of each bed. The one bed he found himself standing at the foot of, on one side of the room, and one on the other side of the room, which.. was.. unmade?
Curiosity instantly got the better of him. What kind of housekeeper was there at this school? Didn't someone take care of the unnamed rooms, so they wouldn't be disgusting when the new occupants moved in?
The mute-colored male strides across the floor to the other bed, the coverlet tossed downward and rumpled as if freshly slept in. Now that he was close enough, he noticed some clothing had been thrown haphazardly on the bed as well - someone must have dressed in a hurry to go somewhere.
The twinkle in his eye gleams and his giddy grin shows all his teeth as he gingerly picks up one of the clothes strewn closest to him with his right hand. He tilts his head, as if trying to imagine the frame of the owner, wearing this intimate piece of clothing. What exactly had the male captured?
Why, nothing other than a black lacy thong.