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Sergey watched Tess leave, with a sigh. He jumped slightly when he heard Mal beside him, having not realized he was there. He just stared at him dumbly until he finally quirked a smile and a nervous laugh as he reached up and scratched the back of his head. "Eh eh heh......you saw didn't you......" He truly wanted to curl up somewhere and die of embarrassment at that point. He had to have.....and that damn cats knowing expression spoke everything. He heaved a heavy sigh and looked out to Tess' leaving form. "Mal....I thenk ve vill be having a guest tonight, if you don't mind. I do not vant stupid spending night out in rain. Could you get towels out? I'll be back vith him and get some clothes out for him....I'll meet you back at room in 15 ya?" He said giving the boy a nod and a pat on the back, even going as far to give Lucy a scratch on her head. He headed out the door and caught up to Tess quickly who was apparently heading back to the forest. "Hey! You vill catch cold! Vhy don't you come spend the night in my and Mal's room for the night, until you find your key?"

[ [ sorry about my 4 day absence i cannot post atm but will try to later] ]

Tess blinked at Lucy when they got into the room, his attention mostly to her, even while he worked to dry himself off as much as he could. There was something about the way her tail twitched that made him think she was teasing him about something. He didn't really know, but he sent the feline an annoyed look before going into the bathroom after Sergey came out. He was amused by the pants, though he yawned widely after closing the bathroom door. His wet clothes were deposited into a dripping heap in the sink, and then he dried himself off further before getting dressed.

Tess wandered out of the bathroom still shivering, and he carefully crawled into Sergey's bed and buried himself under the blanket that was on there, rubbing his arms to warm up. Not having fur to keep him warm sucked. Royally. Although he was tired, for some odd reason falling asleep seemed like the last thing he wanted to do, and so he listened to the things around the room. He became hyper-aware of Sergey laying on the floor, and he curled further into a ball and tried to get to sleep, attempting to ignore the other two people in the room, and the feline.

Mal nodded at the notion of grabbing some towels and turned as Sergey headed outside. He reached the room and went inside, closing the door behind him. Lucy leaped from his arms onto the bed and went to his pillow, laying down on it.
"You'd better not shed on that," he cautioned her. "Cat hair is a pain to get out of my face." He went into the bathroom and eyed the towel rack, then sighed.
Two clean, white towels were hung from the rack, one for each occupant of the room. He wasn't sure if it was enough, but it would have to do. He grabbed the towels and folded them on Sergey's bed. A thought occurred to him and he returned to the bathroom. Underneath the sink was a cupboard and, upon opening it, Mal saw that it was full of extra toilet paper and towels. Smiling, he grabbed four more towels. Placing two more on the bed and the last two on the racks, he returned to the room and looked around, his hands on his hips. As he was trying to think of something more to ease Tess's stay, the door opened and Sergey walked in, Tess right behind. He smiled at them and sat on his bed. Sergey grabbed a towel and threw it to Tess, then grabbed one for himself. After a moment, he went into the bathroom with clean clothes he'd gotten from the drawer and closed the door behind him. He sat alone in the room with Tess for a moment, scratching Lucy behind the ears. The silence between them was uncomfortable and fit the two almost as well as a wool sweater that'd been through the wash too many times.
"So," Mal finally said. "How 'bout them Yankees?" Before Tess had time to answer, Sergey emerged from the bathroom, dried and in new clothes. Tess quickly hurried into the bathroom after Sergey told him to have the bed. While he was away, Sergey made a nest on the floor and lay down to sleep. Tess returned from the bathroom and seemed to shoot an uncomfortable glance at Lucy, who merely appeared to shrug. Mal looked from one to the other and tried to apologize to them for the other's presence with his expression. It didn't work as he'd planned, but Lucy was appeased.
Sergey and Tess quickly appeared to fall asleep and Mal went into the bathroom to change into his pajamas. Returning, he threw his clothes in a pile in front of his dresser and climbed into bed, shoving Lucy out of the way. She gave a short meow, then moved and snuggled next to his body.
Mal felt the presence of the wool sweater again and it was a long time before he finally got to sleep.

((oops! i didn't see that DTT had posted before i did this. i think they're coherent enough to stay the same though. tell me if there's any problems))

Done setting up, Huilliame set to work with practise. He decided it was best to start with some blues. He began with playing twelve bar blues in its most generic form, before working up to playing Killing Floor. He thundered through, the drum machine keeping its tinny beat all the while. When this became boring he started to play something more modern day, rather than a hundred year old blues standard he heard in his grandpas old Howling Wolf Records. He progressed to Tom Sawyer by Rush, programming the needed beats into the machine. He needed to find a drummer this year.

Mal awoke and stretched, then glanced at the clock and groaned. It was five minutes before the alarm would go off. He sat up in bed and sighed, slowly adjusting his sight to the early morning. He could either turn his alarm off now or sleep the five extra minutes. He reached a hand up to brush his sinewy scalp and he yawned as he started looking around the room.
For a moment, he was startled to see Tess's bed empty, but a quick glance at the floor gave away his whereabouts. Tucked closely together, Sergey and Tess lay on the floor facing the same direction. Sighing and raising his eyebrows, Mal got out of bed and, after stepping around the mass that was Tess/Sergey, made his way to the bathroom.
He yawned again as he entered, heading towards the toilet. He lifted the seat and was about to lower his pants when he noticed Lucy sitting on the counter. Her expression plainly said "Did you see that, too?" and Mal simply nodded.
"Get out, now," he told her. She seemed to shrug, then leaped down and left the room. Whether it was coincidence or miracle, the door closed behind her and Mal wondered just how much his cat understood about humans.
Laughing a little about that thought, he relieved himself.
Humans, he thought as he flushed. No one here is a real human. He reached over to the door and locked it, then took of his pajamas and started the shower. After waiting a second for the water to heat up, he stepped in and basked in the warmth of the falling H2O.
"Water," he mumbled under his breath. "Feels good." He washed himself, not forgetting his scalp, and turned the water off, disregarding completely the bottle of shampoo that was on a rack in the shower. He wondered to himself whether Sergey used it, then realized that he probably didn't.
He put his pants back on and went out of the bathroom, moving to his dresser. He quickly found clothes from his still-unpacked suitcase and returned to the bathroom, unaware that Tess was awake.
After Changing, Mal emerged once again from the bathroom. Placing his pajamas on the bed, he cast one last glance at Sergey and Tess and left.
This did not bode well for his day.
As he was leaving the dorm hall, Mal sighed.
"Status of third wheel, here I come," he said under his breath. This day would involve lots of avoiding.

((seriously. i'm avoiding people for a reason. since i'm going to be gone, interact with me as little as possible. hehe....mal's a little emo, now))

(( Ooc: I'll be here all day Trowa(between packing stuff in my car... I leave for college tomorrow), if you can stay for a good amount today and we can probably finish Sam and Marie's chat.

That being said, I will be a bit lacking in posts for the next week. Two days of driving 9 hours each day, then I have move in and orientation, plus getting to know my roommates and stuff. But I will still get one every night and if I can, even more. :]

But today is my last day home.))

Waking up the next day, Huilliame felt fresh. Same as yesterday he got up as soon as the radio alarm hit. He slammed it off, sat up and yawned. Matt was sleeping facing the wall. He got up and went to shower, getting his fresh towel from the draw. After that, he brushed his teeth, shaved and dried off. He dressed in his usual black jeans and shirt, grabbed his bag off the peg and went to get breakfast.

On the horizon, the longboat was closer now, close enough to be seen from the island. Its red and white striped sail with the raven motif could be seen from the island. Already there was staff on the dock making preperations for it to dock.