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Mark grumbled as he made his way to the room. "208?" He growled to no one in particular as he scratched at his red hair. "Man, by the time I find this ******** place..." He trailed off as he finally made it to the door. He wore his red trench coat which was only a shade darker then his hair and a pair of black leather pants. At least he'd have the place to himself. He turned the knob then kicked the door open, blinking at the sight of someone on the bed. "Yo, what are you doing in my room?" He asked squinting to see the boy. "Do you mind?"

The man stared at Jean for a full three minutes before dropping his bags on the floor. "This is room 208, isn't it?" He pulled a paper out of his pocket and walked to the bed. He was giving a grin as he looked Jean up and down.

"Company, eh? I could do that." He sat down on the bed and grinned. "Read it and weep kid... This is my room." He dropped the paper in Jean's lap.

"So kid... why kinda company you want?"

One of the people that was returning from brunch was a young man who entered their dorm, raising an eyebrow as he did. “I was informed I’d be sharing a room with two other students and a single room suite was all they had left to offer, but I was not informed that my roommates were a couple. I have objections to that.” His voice was deep and rich, and fit his frame well.

The new arrival was tall, at least 6’3”, and wide as well. His shoulders were broad and his body was rather well muscled. This man looked like he’d gotten into the school on a scholarship for sports. And his golden hued skin mixed well with honeyed brown eyes and hair. A light gray T-shirt, as well as dark jeans and a leather jacket covered his frame neatly, making him look more calm and casual then badass. “Well, it’s more I have objections to my roommates being a couple and not having certain boundaries about it.”

“That’s probably because I was the last person assigned a dorm. My last name is Ziagatoni so I was one of the last ones they assigned dorms to.” He said with a smooth shrug. “As for boundaries, I have found it rather hard to sleep or concentrate on work when people are fornicating in the next room-let alone in the same room.”

The man seemed less impressed with 'Ziagatoni' by the second. It sounded like a 'macaroni' reject. "Its different if your the one fornicating." The man replied with a snort. He turned his attention to Jean and rolled his eyes. Gay, straight? Who cared as long as there was sex involved?

"What are you, Peppy Long-Stalking?" He asked critically, taking in the boy's attitude with a risen eyebrow. "Fine, Name's Mark Satan... and yes, that's my real last name. Don't give me not beef about it."

"Nice to meet you both..." Jean lowered his hand sadly and pouted. What an unsociable group of angry testosterone-droids. "Well... If it would help, I could go buy another mattress, and.. If privacy's an issue, we could put up curtains." He suddenly felt insecure... and turned back towards the window, muttering something about 'not peppy'. He took annother few steps forward, beginning to pace... But as he did, he slipped on one of the numerous strips of paper that seemed to be collecting here. His foot gave out under him and he fell forward. Temple inches from impalement, he grabbed hold of the dresser and footboard, stopping himself from falling onto the bedpost. "That was close.." he sighed in relief and again sat on the bed.

As the Powers that Be’s attempt to knock out Jean failed-and either way it had been a bit out of their normal rules anyway-they figured it was time to pull out the big guns. Like the fall of a mighty hammer from out of nowhere, a strong blast of power ripped through the room, knocking the three males to the floor, and unconcious. As per usual, their souls were removed from their bodies and sent for bonding while their bodies were left in a large bed upon the Samadueanna.

Bonding was took a little longer then usual as it was three mortals to two deities, which gave Steve time to prepare to give them their announcement. He took that time to glance over their profiles and snicker at the profile of the twins they’d been bonded with. After the completion of said bonding, the men were able to awake to be greeted by the tall, bag winged, dog eared blonde.