<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp: Tria, 81380 day 29 Who: Toby</td></tr></table> Furred body paced back in forth in front of the seventeen year old pendragon's room. Toby was bored out of his mind, with no friends yet, except maybe Shadow. And damn, she was pretty fine. In fact, he was thinking of asking her out one time. Alone, considering their last "date" had been with two others. She was pretty, smart, and capable. What more did you need? But he probably wasn't her type. She was too good for him. He didn't know if she had a dormitory here, and he was perhaps pacing in hopes of seeing her if she happened to come by. His furred bodice wore no clothing, as usual. However, Toby was not self-concious about it, after all, not many did infact wear anything. His electric blue eyes stared down the hall. Leaning against his door, Toby slowly fell down, his back pressed up against the door. Maybe he'd invite a girl in tonight. Nahh, they'd probably run off. Shrugging, he burried his hands in his face, trying to soothe the terrible headache that had taken over.
Shadow was walking down the hall, headed back to her room after just coming in from the campus, her black fur glistening in the bright lights that lit up the hallway. She was tossing a fireball that she had conjured up and down as she walked along. Pyrokenises ran in her family, so, it was no big deal to her. She stopped at her door, then, looking around, she saw a familiar face sitting against another door only two doors down from hers. "Toby?"
Taking a deep breath, Toby sat up, grabbing the paper and pencil that was beside him as he began to think of songs. Nothing good had come to him in awhile, and he wondered where his muse was going. Maybe this headache had something to do with it. Toby couldn't even hear himself think with the horrible pounding in his head. Ughhh! He crumpled up the paper with tons of crossed out words on it and threw it at the wall across from him. Burrying his face in his hands once again, Toby let out a long breath before standing. Fuck this, he was going to try and fall asleep. But just as he was about to leave, he saw a familiar face. His heart skipped a beat. Shadow? She questioned if it was him, and his eyes flashed slightly. Walking over to her, he propped himself up against the wall, charming grin spread across his face. "Hey Shadow. I didn't know you had a dorm around here. So, whatcha been up to?"
Toby stood up and said, "Hey Shadow. I didn't know you had a dorm around here. So, whatcha been up to?" She doused the fire ball in her hand and answered his question. "Oh, nothing much, really. Same-old." She looked beside him and noticed some crumbled up paper on the ground. It looked as if he was trying, unsuccessfully, to write something. "What about you? Creativity not going so well today?
He listened to her speak, and watched as the fireball she had been holding faded into nothing. His eyes widened as it happened, though they soon drifted back to her face. He saw her eyes drift to his paper, and he shrugged, the memories of his failure today drifting back. "Yeaa, it's been total crap lately...my songs, I mean." Opening the door, he left it open, and grin upon his face as it hung there. He had no roomate yet, so maybe she could come in and they could talk. He had no friends around here yet, so it would be nice to chat with someone. "Wanna come in? I don't have a roomate, so it's cool. I think I have a drink around here, if you want anything." His eyes searched the room where his guitar was propped against his bed, and papers of his songs were pinned up, as well as posters of his favorite bands. It wasn't much, but to Toby, it was home. Shrugging, he turned back to her, gesturing for her to come in.
As he invited her into his dorm, she decided that she might enjoy the company, so, she accepted. Shadow walked in and looked around his room. It was like a music temple. Sheets of music and band posters pinned up everywhere, a guitar by his bed, crumpled up papers on the floor (which she assumed were discarded song ideas). She looked back at him as he offered her a drink. "A drink would be nice. I am a bit thirsty, thanks. So, your a songwriter, eh? That's cool. I write as well, but, not songs. Stories, mostly." She smiled at him and just stood in the center of his room, her slender, catlike tail, wrapping around her legs.
