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Seeing Tristan move away with a taunting grin, Antony scowled. His face turned slightly red from the small outburst of his, and he silently, as Tristan turned away, took out his notebook from beneath his body. Taking a pen from his pocket, he scribbled something down on the paper- quickly, frantically. The sound of harsh paper to pen sounded for nearly sixty seconds, an then stopped.

He stared at the words a moment and sighed. He closed the tattered book, putting his pen away, and his fidgety fingers drummed on the table as he looked at the chess game, at the couch, at that boy's head.

What did he know? Did the Tristan boy know about it? The florescent lights hummed and hummed his fingers 'drummed' and 'drummed'. Remember that one time he tripped and fell? In one of the Bard's best-thought-of tragedies, our insistent hero, Hamlet, queries on two fronts about how life turns rotten? Remember that one time....? Humming...

What did that boy know?

He wasn't even far into the game and it was already a mess. He was sloppy- moving that particular black pawn would lead to only an easy victory for the white pawn over it's first adversary. He moved the white pawn more intelligently, but was not very interested in finishing the game.

what did he know? Did he know about it? Did he know?

Perhaps Antony was being paranoid. a common feeling, he reminded himself- he wasn't going down THAT road.

Still.

He peered up and left the table, hovering slightly for a moment. He looked at the boy's head.

He didn't know anything. Nothing more than anyone else would know.

It was best not to take the line, not to talk until spoken to.

"hmph." he grumbled, his quick footsteps leading towards the door of the rec room. With one last look towards the boy on the couch, and muttering, just loudly enough: "imbecile." He left.

(gtg now, thanks very much! This is my first RP with him, so it was interesting to work out some things. thanks again~ Tristan seems like a really cool charrie- can really push Antony's buttons XD I hope they meet again.)

Looking up from his writing, Tristan noticed that someone had turned the TV back on and was playing some game on it. Curious, he put away his book, and wandered over to get a better look. Quietly sitting down in a nearby chair, he made a mental note of the game title, should he ever decide to try it for himself, and watched as the small asian girl went about starting up the game.

Kate stayed silent for a while as she felt something on her arm, as she had seen who the 'culprit' was. She was not frightened to speak, just a little nervous... No, very nervous. Firstly because he was someone new, secondly because he had fur and a tail.

Staying silent won't help, and she had spied another male in the room. Taking in a slow breath, she smiled, "Eh, it's okay."

She paused her game, and looked at the male on the nearby chair who had kept silent. She wondered if maybe everyone could join in on the game, and there should be many multiplayer games available...

"Would... Would you two want to play something together?" She asked, her voice rather soft but loud enough for the two males to hear it.

Nicholas still hadn’t answered Kate’s question, Tristan had interrupted before he could answer, he’d been so hesitant, why did he always have to get so tongue tied around girls? But Kate seemed just as shy as he was, maybe he could take advantage of this.
“Err…I guess so, you both have an unfair advantage over me” he held his hands up to his chest and twiddled his thumbs, since his last change they’d one of their joints “I don’t technically have thumbs anymore you see” he said through a forced smile.

Kate laughed nervously, feeling awkward again. She nodded at the male with a tail, "Ah, I'm sorry..."

The silence that followed hung there for a second, before the game they were going to play flashed on, and loud music blasted through the stereo. It was a multiplayer RPG game, where you can take on as one of the five available jobs and go on a quest to save the world from falling into evil's hands.

A mage, an assassin, a warrior, a rouge, and an archer.

A typical RPG game, but it looks fun, nonetheless. She pressed 'start' on her controller, and a game screen came up. Pressing 'start' again, she selected the mage. She passed a controller to the feline male, and smiled kindly.

"By the way, I'm Wei Fang, but please, call me Kate." She laughed, "What are your names?"

“Nicholas, but no one ever calls me that” smiling for real this time “My nick names always been Strawberry” he could stop himself laugh at that, he quite liked his nickname “Don’t ask, it’s kind of a long story.”
He knew he was blushing again; hopefully his cheek fur was concealing it.

As he was handed the controller he laid back into a more comfortable position and crossed his legs. As he did so, he carefully pushed his tail to the side; he’d already sat on it accidentally a good number of times. He looked over the Tristan, it was about time he properly introduced himself.

“Guess Kate’s the one with the advantage over both of us then” he laughed, he was finally losing up now “But we’re not fighting each other in this game are we?” he continued as he choose the rouge, it seemed fitting for his current form.

Kate smiled, "Ah yes, this is teamwork effort!" She started teh game, and there was a sort of 'movie' at the front, stating something about an evil load. kate wasn't paying much attention as she continued, "Strawberry? I guess I shouldn't ask how you had hooked up with that nickname, should I?"

She laughed, and added, "Can I call you Nic? You have the same name as someone from my school..." She then turned to Tristan, and mock pouted, "Hey, you chose the mage too!"

When the bear flew to the top of the television, she was surprised. Looking to both the males first, she turn turned to look at her back. She saw a young child, and stood up. Grabbing the bear, she returned the girl her plush, holding it out with a hand.

"Here you go," She smiled.

It was odd how Nicholas hadn’t notice the little girl than had entered the room, what with his new heightened sense of hearing. He brushed his tail behind him (partly stuffing it into the couch cushions) he didn’t want her noticing his animal qualities; his mind told him that if she was so fond of a stuffed animal, she’d want to start petting him. He tried to ignore her, the though of someone so young being one of the Doctors subjects would bring his high spirits back down again.

He turned to Kate “You can call me whatever you want” he said shrugging, he hadn’t been feeling like himself for sometime now, so he’d partly abandoned old name.