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Mikey had been sauntering down the hall of the Monster Dorms, minding his own business and whistling a rockin’ tune, when something pounced at his feet with a tiny growl, springing out unexpectedly from the shadows. The boil yelped, and peered down curiously at the little foxfire attempting to gnaw at his shoe. The little beast must belong to someone, he thought, it was well kept and certainly didn’t seem like a stray. But after quick glance around turned up no possible owners, Mikey frowned, not sure what to do.

He couldn’t very well leave the little creature on its own, it was so small and fluffy – it would likely end up being someone’s afternoon snack. At least, that was what Mikey thought would happen. Being so new, he knew only a handful of people, and had no idea that probably everyone in the Monster Dorms knew exactly who the foxfire belonged to. So unknowingly, he scooped the ‘little dude’ up, and continued his way down the hallway, wondering how exactly he was going to find its owner.

Knocking on every door he passed seemed like an awful lot of effort, and he wasn’t one to exert himself without necessity. He strolled along, foxfire in arms, and was delighted when he came upon an already open doorway. Score! That made things simple. If only he could be so lucky to have it be the owner… Stellar! As Mikey dipped his head through the doorway, he grinned; the room was filled with foxfires. He couldn’t believe his luck, his lazy side was in absolute heaven. If this wasn’t its home, well, he’d eat his headband.

“’Suuuup?” he called through the doorway.

Oh… Hey dude!” Hairwolf grinned, watching the mass of feathers and fabric roll not-so-gracefully onto the floor. “Hope I didn’t wake you or anything, that’d be majorly uncool of me.”

He glanced down at the squirming minipet in his arms, and promptly set it down, deciding from the fact that the boil’s room contained probably all of the foxfires in the world, that this was its home.

“It’s just that this little guy was wandering ‘round and y’know, I thought someone might eat it or something. Though, he did try to nibble me, little chomper.”

Hairwolf laughed, for a boil that had just been sleeping, the student sure was full of energy now. Luckily for Ren, Mikey was well-versed in the art of messiness and although his own from was devoid of half-eaten spookies, it was filled with an assortment of disorganized junk. He liked it that way; it made him feel a bit like he was at home with all of his siblings’ toys and items littered everywhere. The foot shoving just made him smile wider. It was a tactic he’d seen many times before.

“Well, you’re awake now anyway, eh? No worries at all though, good sir, none. Just glad I could bring the little dude home. I imagine they could be hard to keep up with,” he laughed again, staring at the multitude of minis. He was a bit envious; they looked like fun to have around. Hmm, he thought, maybe he would have to start his own collection.

Glancing back to te boil, he struck out his hand, shaking Ren’s offered hand cheerily.

“Pleasure to meet ‘ya Ren! I’m the new dog in town,” he grinned.

Ren grasped his shoulders with purpose, and Mikey stared, curious and hanging onto his every word. Very Important Question? Maybe there was some sort of initiation… Looking Ren up and down, the werewolf decided if this was his hazer, he could initiate him all he wanted.

He waited, while the boil built up the suspense, staring straight at him before finally delivering the crucial message.

And it was a very deflated looking puppy that answered him, his fuzzy ears drooping ever so slightly.

“The gym?” he asked, looking a little confused at the question. “I enjoy a good workout as much as the next person… But we’ve only just met…”

It was impossible to dwell on his disappointment, not that such a thing was even possible for Mikey. Ren had slapped his arm around the werewolf’s shoulders, and Mikey grinned toothily at him, listening as he spoke excitedly of the wonders of the gym. Mikey wasn’t entirely sure that the gym was entirely so wonderful, to him it was mostly just a necessity, and he bore the awkward grunts and stench of sweat only as long as he had to.

Of course, he mused, looking Ren over, perhaps having a gym buddy would make it more worth his while to attend. Mikey certainly never turned down a good time, even if it was at the gym.

“If you say so dude, I believe you. Let’s do this thing.”