Two's a Pair; and Three's a Crowd {Remi}

[Anthony Cooper]

So, it was time to give it up. Tony had clung to his black hair long enough now, and was well over due for dying it in his other favorite color. Being an almost summery bronze with the usual highlights. Back home, Tony used to dye his hair every couple of months or so, switching it between black and brown as he pleased. He was careful to not do it too often, though; for the mere idea of hair damage was enough to frighten the boy into some common sense. No way would he be able to live without his soft 'do. Where would he be without it? Lost and sent spiraling down a black abyss of nothing, that's what. The night was young, though, and the room was vacant as he peeked his head around the corner of the dorm room, checking to see if Leolyn was around. The boy hadn't caught hide nor tail of that roommate ever since he'd introduced him to his friend Penelope; and now the two were inseparable.

He snorted once at this idea, and ducked his head back into the bathroom, returning to the sink. Within it were a variety of bowls and mini spatulas and measuring cups, soaking in the water to have the soap bubbles rinsed off. Some of these materials were his own from home, that came in a separate suitcase he'd brought full of his own favorite cooking utensils. Others belonged to the school's kitchen, back in the main building that he'd swiped a couple of days ago after sneaking in there one night. He usually did most of his late-night cooking in there, but, tonight he figured he might as well put some use to that Waring Pro Portable Electric Stove his father had shipped over to him the Christmas before. It hadn't ever gotten used, and had remained under his bed since he'd received it. Or, well, his old bed, since Leo had forced him to ditch his previous bed by the window to go to the one closer to the door, and evidently, closer to Leo's bed.

He shook his head as he pulled the drain, and watched the water spiral off into the unknown depths of the plumbing system. Figuring it might take a little bit, the boy walked into the main room of the dorm and crouched before his 'old' bed, eyeing the window carefully as the rain splattered the glass. One arm slipped up under the bed and felt around blindly, his cheek pressed to the side of the mattress as his tongue stuck out in effort, also to the side. His hand flailed around helplessly under the bed, feeling in the dark until he felt the handle of the box he was looking for. Pulling with his back, he slid the box out and hefted it onto the bed just under the window pane. Heaving a sigh, his fingers worked diligently to pry open the box, and yank out the pretty expensive looking portable stove top.

It was heavier than he'd expected, but his intensely blue eyes glazed over the surface of it lovingly, as if he were a toddler in a candy store. It had three knobs in the middle, each one for the three circular heating plate-like-disks on the top. Behind it, the electrical chord dangled as he noticed it had to be plugged in. "Figures.." he sighed, then hooked his chin over his shoulder to look back at the unused desk in the corner. Marching over to this, he pushed a few nonsense papers aside that had doodles of Leo and Penelope holding hands and giggling on it - no doubt Leo's hand writing - and put the stove top down in it's place. Remembering, then, of his bowls and pans in the sink, he abandoned the heater just for a moment as the hoodie wearing, basketball shorted, slippered boy slipped back into the bathroom. Anthony more or less gathered all of his 'equipment' into his arms, and huffed while he stumbled back into the room.

On his 'new' bed, there was a towel laid out, ready to house the slightly damp materials as his arms dumped the bundle carefully onto the pink towel. Tender fingers plucked each spatula, dish, the single frying pan and a small collection of silverware to place them separately. Standing straight up once more, he grinned down at his little army and brushed his hair out of his face. A hand reached out to his side as he flicked on the ceiling fan, figuring they would dry faster with the wind going on, before turning his heel practically skipping with joy back to the burner set. Lean body stretched over the device as he snatched the plug, and tried to feel around the wall, trying to find that outlet plug he knew was there. These days, the oh-so-territorial Tony had his room practically to himself again, the trauma of having to share a room with someone else after he'd been so accustomed to having his own for three years slowly subsiding.

Tony bit his lip, then, as he stretched further over the table, one of his legs kicking out behind him. "C'mon.. c'mon..." came the desperate groan, wanting nothing more than to just shove in the plug, and get to cookin' his 'breakfast'. Never mind the fact that it was around ten o'clock at night.

ATTIRE

[/color] Here--* CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES The boy loves his cookin’ xD (stove) WORD COUNT 901 TAGG Remi-love. C: [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Remi Lucien Fitzroy]

What a terrible time to transfer to a new school. It was late, and it was raining, hard. And by the looks of the area, it had been that way for a while. What with the way the wind was blowing and thunder was crashing so furiously, he would have thought it was a typhoon. Of course, it’s not like he minded rain, really. He just didn’t really like the idea of his stuff getting soaked. Especially his designer clothes. They weren’t exactly on the cheap side. And there was no telling what the wind was doing to his hair, which was already a mess all the time as it was. All he could manage to do was bolt to the safety of the dorms, and try his best to ignore the uncomfortable and unpleasant splashes of his boots cutting through deep, freezing cold puddles of water, hoping desperately to himself that one of his roommates, in unlucky room number 113, would be kind enough to offer a towel - and perhaps to delay an introduction long enough for him to change into a warm, dry set of clothes.

Come to think of it, Remi had never shared a room with anyone. He hadn’t had any brothers, nor any sisters, and had grown quite accustomed to having his own personal space throughout the entirety of his life. And so, when his father had told him that he’d be required to share a room with two other boys, Remi didn’t know how to feel. He supposed that he didn’t mind too much. After all, he was a pretty social person - and if he got along with his roommates it could be, perhaps, how he made his very first friends at Shifter Academy. Though he had to admit, he was slightly territorial. And there were times when things that were in his space were misplaced, magically moved or upset by someone that he would find himself in a world of fury. Ready to rip the face off of the accused. Naturally, he was very aware that he wouldn’t be allotted the freedom of face-ripping at an academy like this. Plus, it just wasn’t a good way to make friends.

His tight, golden, red-tinged pants rustled softly as hurried to the dorms, and he took a firmer hold onto the handles of the cardboard box he carried. The box was full to the tattered brim of his belongings: books on philosophy and psychology, notebooks, novels by the greatest and most renowned of authors… And a few odds and ends. It was heavy, but bearable. More personal items, and his clothes, resided in the duffle bag that was bouncing off of his hip and hanging from his shoulder by a thick, white strap. It was so full, it looked like it might burst. No surprise there, though. Remi had a lot of clothes. “Sacre bleu… what a building…” He halted for a moment, gazing up at the dorm. Two floors of rooms - and there were dozens of them. And to think… three people, perhaps even four, to a room. How many students were there?

Doing his best to swallow away his nerves, Remi shifted the box in his arms and balanced it on a hip to take a hold of the handle of the entrance. He pushed the door open with a soft grunt and, immediately, was greeted with the welcoming warmth of the building’s heating system. It was a beautiful sensation - the only thing second to it would have been a piping hot mug of thick, scrumptiously sweet hot cocoa. In this condition, his hair drenched and his clothes damp, goosebumps raised on his arms, nothing sounded much better than that. He would have to ask his roommates to lead him to the cafeteria. Or at least point him in its general direction.

The inside of the building was just as nice as the outside. Plain, but nice. It was easy enough to navigate, considering that it was a straight hallway, rooms perched on either side. A few light fixtures were nestled between each door, and under them was a corresponding number, scripted with thick, black metallic numbers that had been nailed to the wall. It wasn’t exactly pretty to look at, but at least hey served their purpose. At least it wouldn’t be long until he was finally in his dorm room. But as eager as Remi was to be in his new room, his new home, the numbers were escalating all too quickly for his liking. One hundred became one-ten in the blink of an eye and… before he knew it… there it was. Unlucky room number one-thirteen.

This was it. Finally. He was here. There was no turning back now. This was his new home… and inside were his companions for the next year. All that separated him from his new life at the academy was this door. Remi inhaled deeply, just once, and held his breath as he reached out to clasp the doorknob. It was cold. But that only deterred him for a moment. With a click and a swish, he found himself faced with one of the strangest sights he’d even seen. That is, upon introductions. A boy, presumably one of his roommates, was stretched over one of the desks in the room, bent over in an awkward fashion and fighting what looked like a loosing battle. His leg was stuck out behind him, stretching out like a ballerina (Remi couldn’t help but snort at the idea), and beneath dark tresses, his face was contorted in determination. He was fiddling with something, but Remi didn’t really take notice or what, nor did he really care. He was cold, wet, and a bit preoccupied with whatever might have been crawling around in his shoe.

He moved about the room as quietly as he could in platform boots, his icy grey orbs reflecting small flecks of blue as the light shimmered in them. There were three beds in the room, and, thankfully, only one was harboring sopping wet dishes. Another bed was resting next to the window, but Remi wasn’t exactly fond of the idea of sleeping next to outside world when a storm of this magnitude was still baring its disgusting, sharp fangs at the academy, so he choose the third bed - closest to the dorm room’s entrance and pressed against the wall - on which to place his belongings. When he turned around to get a better look at the other male, he was still battling with what appeared to be some sort of cooking device. Remi wasn’t much for cooking, so he had know idea what it was. But it couldn’t be all that complicated to start up, could it? And… now that he was thinking about it… wasn‘t it a little late to be cooking? Were they even allowed to cook in their dorm rooms at all? “Hey, kid…”He gave a sultry grin, his French accent a bit thicker than usual. Probably thanks to his nerves, or maybe he could chalk it up to the wet clothes. ”“You okay over there or do you need some help?”


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tags: Danidani~
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word count: 1216
note: Remi thinks Tony’s a ballerina xP ANDSORRYTHISTOOKSODAMNLONGD8

[Anthony Cooper]

Time was slowly ticking by as the boy hung over the side of the desk, one hand placed firmly against the wall open palmed while the other was still trying to guide the plug into it's proper place. He hadn't used the outlet plug on this side of the wall in ages, typically finding this to be Leo's general side of the room. Or at least the desk. Anthony tried to steer clear from all things that might resemble his roommate as possible; especially his bed. A shudder went down his spine as he recalled on one particular night - Leo's first one here, at that - and immediately pushed the thought out of his mind once he shot a glare at the bed. Curse his preference confusion.. And then, miraculously, either through sheer will or luck or some other force, his searching fingers managed to brush up against the plug he'd been looking for and he quickly shoved it into the wall, snickering to himself as a sexual innuendo came to mind in the process. He had to stop himself from doing a victory dance. At the very least a fist pump.

Those were getting far more common these days.

Then, suddenly, something clicked from the other end of the room and made his body freeze. One leg still propped up in the air in a more or less straight fashion and his hand still pressed against the wall. Assuming this to be the legendary roommate he'd been griping about all night (and missing terribly) Tony didn't turn his head to face the incoming other, even when he heard the door open and shut. "Well look what the cat dragged in.." he drawled, tone positively dripping with sarcasm. Tony found it habit to crack as many feline jokes as possible towards Leo, given his shift. Pushing himself off of the wall and still not facing the other, he dusted off his hands from the nasty corner it'd been groping around in then before he pressed the power button on the heater to turn it on. Joking tone over, his hands placed themselves firmly on his more or less slender hips as his head started to turn about.
"Hey kid, you okay over there or do you need some help?”

"I swear.. if you laid a hand on Pe-"

He cut off then, realizing that the voice that had rang out through the dorm wasn't the one he was expecting. Nor was the sight he saw, who certainly wasn't who he had been waiting on. Anthony blinked once in disbelief, practically staring the other down before he dared a side glance at the door. Had he been so careless as to leave it unlocked? Tony knew how much he welcomed himself into other's rooms if they were left open (or even locked), so his first assumption was that this firey-haired stranger was the same sort. That is, until he dragged his attention back to the other who he gathered must've been from either a disco worshiping family, or the goth era. Or perhaps he was the love child combination of the two? Either way, Tony shook his head to clear his thoughts and swallowed down his instinct to pounce on the other and wail on him for barging into his room the way he had.

"My bad. Thought you were someone else.." Velvet like tone corrected himself, "And uh.. no, I've got it." Then, his icy blue eyes trailed a little further beyond the other, spotting the duffel bag on Leo's bed. His heart seized up in his chest, positively stopping as his pupils dilated and his jaw set tight. Most people he knew who liked to just welcome themselves into other people's rooms didn't necessarily bring supplies with them, especially not any that looked like it was ready to spew out in his room at any given moment. It was then that the slow click processed, and he nearly wanted to collapse on the floor right on the spot. No way in freakin' hell had he been put up with yet ANOTHER roomie! Impossible! A shaky hand reached up to rub at his temples as he turned away from the stranger, quickly walking over to his bed to see if the frying pan was dry.

Lungs sucked in one breath of air as he tried to calm himself down, but it was difficult. Beyond that, really. Only just a week ago had he been burdened with his first roommate, who refused to wear pants when inside of the dorm room, preferred to sneak his way over into Tony's bed in the morning without invitation, and who's sole mission in life was to just get into Anthony's head and screw it up. Now that there was another? Who's to say he wouldn't be the same way? The mere thought of it made his head hurt, though he hid the feeling away from his face. Instead, a hand reached out to roughly grab the frying pan, dry or not, and he marched back over to the three circled stove and placed it on the smallest one in the middle. Head hooked over his shoulder to once again look at the other. Brows furrowed some before arching a little, mouth twisting up some to the side in a calculating look.

"So, who the hell are you?" It was like deja vu all over again.

ATTIRE

[/color] Here--* CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES Nonooo, it's okay. c: No worries! Tony's probably going to drag himself into a corner now and cry. xD (stove) WORD COUNT 902 TAGG Remi-love. C: [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Leolyn Starr]

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Curse this godforsaken hurricane with all of it's rain and wind and thunder. Not only was he soaking wet, again, but it was still going on.

So five foot eleven and a half inch male went sulking through the hallways to the dorms. To his room. Where he'd hardly been, between wooing Penny and trying to deal with his parents. It had been a tough couple of weeks and all he wanted to do was apologize to Tony, change into dry clothes, eat some food with his roommate, and pass out.

Though he doubt it was going to work that way. He shivered lightly against his leather jacket and paused outside his door, hearing an unfamiliar voice inside. It was male, and French..What? And then he heard Tony's voice and his instincts kicked in. Tony had to be protected!

He pushed open the door quickly and paused for a second, looking at his Roommate, sprawled across his desk, trying to find a pug of some sort, judging by the tools on the boy's second bed. He looked slightly confused for a long moment before he even noticed the other boy standing in his room.

He glanced over the other boy, who looked like he had just come in out of the storm too, both just as wet, though Leo liked to think that he looked ten times better then the other soaking wet. He was about to open his mouth when Tony said the words first.

"So, who the hell are you?"

Leo nodded stalking farther into the room and standing in between Tony and the new boy, arms crossed, looking as threatening as possible when he was soaking wet. He resisted another shiver and gave up, throwing his jacket onto the floor near his bed, and stalking over to his dresser.

He paused a moment, took a deep breath to try and calm down. It was time to think about it, using looking for clothes as a cover. There was a new boy, french, pretty in his room. Tony didn't know who he was and he was just with Penny, so it wasn't planned. Judging by the amount of stuff the French was carting about, had to be roommate. Which meant that he had to make friends.

He let out a sigh, grabbed a spare towel and tossed it to the other wet boy, before he grabbed one of his shirts. "I'm Leolyn, and this clutz is Anthony." He introduced flashing the other boy a smile. "I'm gonna assume you're our new roommate." He added after a moment.

"Unfortunately cause of the hurricane, Tony has been commandeering the bed that would be yours, because we're not sure at how good the windows in the place are, so we're not risking sleeping near it." He explained, before removing the wet shirt he was wearing, letting it hit the floor by his feet, and revealing his abs of amazing.

He grabbed another towel and ran it over the back of his head to try and dry his hair off a bit. He took a moment of silence to slowly dry himself off, partly to tease Tony and partly to test boundaries with the new person.

He decided that he wasn't going to put a new shirt on, and wrapped the towel around his neck as he glanced at Tony."Hey, I'm sorry about not really being around. Penny wanted to do stuff, and..." He paused for a moment glancing at the ground and chewing on his lip. "Any way. We need to talk later okay?" He said flashing a smile at the Panda Shift.

Honestly, Leo just wanted the other boy to not be mad at him. It would have killed him, more so after what had been going on with his parents. "What're you making?" He questioned light-heartedly.

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[Remi Lucien Fitzroy]

A particularly loud clash of thunder roared outside. Remi’s heart fluttered uneasily in direct response. Storms were hardly something he enjoyed, though he managed to withstand them. The loud sounds and sudden bursts of light and wind took him by surprise and made it hade to focus. Flashes or lightening and the pitter patter of bullets of rain colliding with the fragile glass of the window was distracting. And annoyingly so. If it wasn’t for wanting to impress his new roommate, he wouldn’t have been standing here at all, waiting to be acknowledged. Nope, he would have been curled up in his bed, incubated beneath thick blankets pulled over his head and tucked tightly around his body. Oh, God, what he would have given for that comfort. But what did he have instead? Why, a roommate whom was as interested in his as a small child would be to anything green residing on their plate.

His hands tucking into his tight pockets and his gaze beginning to wander, Remi had resigned himself to waiting for the darker haired boy’s response. But around the time that he had managed to distract his rising and unsteady nerves with an unusual stain in the carpet, it seemed the other had finally accomplished whatever it was he was trying to do. “Well look what the cat dragged in…” It was ironic, considering his shift, but the male’s sarcasm was a little less than appreciated by Remi. And entirely rude. He kept his mouth firmly shut as the boy pushed away from the wall and fussed with the stove, but couldn’t help but note with disgust at the mundane sort of attire that he was wearing. Basketball shorts… shoes that looked like they had be designed by a preteen, Joe Jonas wannabe… dog tags and a hoodie. It was shallow, but Remi didn’t care. He wouldn’t have been caught dead in those dime-store clothes.

“I swear…” Oh? Was he speaking now? Remi tore his gaze away from the other’s wardrobe and a thin brow perked itself a little higher than its twin. The boy was turning to face him now, continuing with whatever it was he was saying , “If you laid a hand on Pe-” Finally, more than the kid’s backside was visible to Remi - and it was a sight to see. Not only because he was beautiful (in a humble and rough sort of way - though Remi had to admit that he was a bit jealous fo those fine, soft looking, tresses of dark hair that seemed to linger somewhere between a hue of black and brown), but because he looked as though he’d just been force fed a handful of large, sharp boulders - or maybe a spoonful of dung. His bright blue eyes, contoured by soft fans of dark lashes, were wide with shock. So wide, that Remi poised to help, just in case his eyeballs might come rolling out of his sockets at any moment. Could it really have been that big of a shock that he was here? Surely he had been expecting a new roommate? Wouldn’t the academy’s housing department tell the room’s occupants that he’d be the newest addition to the room? Apparently not, because the blue eyed boy stole a glance at the door, as though he thought Remi had barged into his room unannounced for no cause. “My bad. Thought you were someone else.” Ah, so that was it. “And uh… no. I’ve got it.” Remi bit back a smart-ass reply and accepted the apology.

Well, it wasn’t exactly an apology, but Remi supposed that it would do. Even if “my bad” didn’t directly translate into “oh I’m sorry for being a sarcastic little prick from the moment you walked in the door”. It was better than nothing, right? Remi offered only a nod in response and turned to his duffle bag, unzipping it carefully as the other messed around with something or another. He wasn’t particularly paying attention, as his only goal at the moment was to shed off his thick, dripping wet sweater and exchange it for something a little drier and a little warmer. Once the bag was unzipped and he had pawed through it’s containments (while making sure to keep a certain ratty, antique of a stuffed bear - Monsieur Chocolat - out of sight), he pulled forth a white shirt with dark lettering and placed it on the bed. Quickly, he zipped the bag shut once more and took a seat on the bed next to it, his attention drawn back to the boy. His head had turned in Remi‘s direction, and he was giving him an odd sort of look. There was something off about his behavior. Almost like he was deeply traumatized at the thought of having a roommate at all. “So, who the hell are you?”

Of all the ways Remi had been greeted in his lifetime, of all the introductions… this had to be the most inappropriate and rude of them all. Who the hell was he?! Really? “Well, aren’t you just so charming?” Remi chirred coolly, his tone giving away his annoyance. Hiding aggravation wasn’t a strong point of his. He paused only to pull wet shirt up and over his head, his damped skin glistening deliciously as he draped it over the comforter of the bed to dry. “Who am I…? Hrmn… it is a broad question, don’t you think? To answer it properly… would take a generous amount of your time… Which I would venture to guess, you aren’t willing to sacrifice.” A crooked smirk tugged at his plush lips, “Shortly… I am a son. I am friend and I am a foe. I am a philosopher in the making, a soul with no real direction or inclination in life. I am a monster and a blood thirsty beast. And…” His smirk grew broader, and an air of smugness sparkled lively behind his lashes, “… I am the man of every hormone-ridden teenager’s wildest dreams.” Ah, he was sure he was pushing it, but it was always fun to toy with people. See just how far he could push them before he’d gone too far. Something about those kind of games always sparked his interest. Call it a game of cat and mouse. But whatever it was, he couldn’t ever resist it. People were just… too easy with screw with.

Remi glanced away from the dark-haired boy, only to find that another male had entered the room while he had been speaking. Funny, he must not have been alert enough. For he hadn’t even heard the door open, nor had he heard his footsteps as he moved to stand between himself and the boy who was intent on cooking something at this late hour of the night. This boy was just as handsome as the other, but in a way that was much different. Like the models he’d seen in magazines in Paris - or the males that dared to show for fashion week. His jaw seemed to have been crafted with care, chiseled to square, sharp perfection by God himself. Remi couldn’t help his jealousy. Competitive as he was, he didn’t enjoy the idea of being around someone who was better looking than him. Especially when everything about his stance was threatening - even the way he crossed his arms screamed “back off” - or perhaps hinted that he was claiming baker boy as his own. What luck he had, getting pinned with roommates that were probably banging each other behind the scenes. “… C’est la vie…” Remi muttered to himself. This term was going to be interesting if these two were really together.

The handsome, Greek godlike boy - who was soaked as Remi was - shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it to the ground. It came a little too close for Remi’s liking, but luckily it didn’t hit him. The towel, on the other hand, was a different story. Not that he was complaining to be greeted with a warm, fluffy towel. It would have just been kind of pleasant if it had been handed to him. Not chucked at him. Though, again, he was glad to accept it - but had to make a note that this boy was definitely inclined to throwing things. "I'm Leolyn, and this klutz is Anthony." Ah, finally! A proper introduction! Not exactly formal, but it would do. Remi gave a pleased smile in return as Leolyn grabbed a dry shirt. "I'm gonna assume you're our new roommate."

“Oui…” Remi forgot himself, the French affirmation slipping free of his moist lips as naturally as breathing. He corrected himself swiftly, “Erhm… Yes, I mean to say. You’ve assumed correctly. I am a little surprised the two of you weren’t informed of my arrival, but I suppose news doesn’t travel well from housing to its students.” Patting his face dry (and so glad to feel the warm, soft fabric of the towel against his chilled porcelain cheeks), he continued, “I am Remi Fitzroy, by the way. But most just call me Remi - though I’m not opposed to nicknames - so long as they’re clever.”

And Leolyn‘s shirt hit the ground. If his jaw had been constructed by God, then his abs, his chest and sexy shoulders had to have been sculpted by Satan: as his body was the most sinful, tempting body Remi’s eyes had ever beheld. Not that he wanted Leolyn. After all, things that were too perfect… well, they were boring. "Unfortunately, cause of the hurricane, Tony has been commandeering the bed that would be yours, because we're not sure at how good the windows in the place are, so we're not risking sleeping near it." And yet, Remi was thoroughly distracted as Leolyn rubbed the towel over his stomach and chest, that flesh that looked so tight and firm. His smile became smug. Was this intentional? A game? It had to be. Leolyn was trying to toy with him.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Not bothering with the dry shirt he’d laid out for himself not all that long ago, Remi got to his feet, his own towel slung over one of his shoulders. His gaze was intense and his peach tainted lips twisted into a playful, crooked grin. “Ah, I suppose I’m just as guilty as Tony… this must be your bed… How foolish of me.” Soft, slender, milky white hips rocking seductively, he sauntered away from the bed, near Leolyn but not too close. His voice was no louder than a soft, lewd sort of purr. “Jumping into a stranger’s bed like that… it’s hardly respectable, non? I hope you don’t mind…” He winked at the male suggestively, then looked to Tony to gage his reaction. My, my… wouldn’t it be interesting if Tony was equally possessive of Leolyn? He wondered lightly what the relationship between the two was really like.

Before long, Leolyn’s attention had drifted to Tony - and Remi was well-behaved enough today to ignore it and resist the urge to eavesdrop on whatever little conversation they were having. Instead, he turned back to the bed and snatched up his shirt. He slipped it over his wild head of hair and smoothed it over his stomach. Which growled very softly. “Fermer la bouche.” He hissed under his breath at the begging organ before he caught Leolyn’s question for Tony. “What’re you making?” Unable to resist the calls of his stomach, Remi grinned and gave a sheepishly laugh, “And more importantly… would, uh… you mind sharing? I’m starved. Haven’t eaten all day.” Remi wasn’t ashamed to admit it: the way to his unlocking his heart was directly through his stomach.



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tags: Danidani~ Riri~
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word count: 2010
note: Woot. XD Finished. Sorry if it sucks ;x; I know it’s rushed.

[Anthony Cooper]

There was no doubt about it.
Anthony was very positive that room 113 was actually Hell.
And he was but one poor, unfortunate soul writhing about inside of it.

What other explanation was there that he could give? One that could explain the madness running about in the room? As if coping with some disco-hippie love child wasn't enough, his head swiveled over to the door only to have the breath knocked out of him. There, standing under the door way panel, was none other than the reason he couldn't sleep at night (not that nocturnal animals did anyways, but). And the reason he'd acted out in so many ways towards others, reaching out and snatching their attention like a pair of reins on horses. Sad to say, he got what he wanted from those people, but it never kept him satisfied. Anthony was always after something he couldn't have, and the bi-polar child seldom wanted attention from those people. Girls fawning over his hair or eyes or something equally stupid in the hallways, and guys looking him over like candy.

Except for one boy who didn't treat him like a slab of meat ready to sizzle on a pipping hot grill and serve to all who could smell it. No, no. The little asian boy... what was his name? Ah! Choi, yes. Choi Park. His eyes always looked to Tony in admiration, with an equal dose of lust. As if he, partially anti-social, sarcastic, crabby Tony were some legendary hero come to rescue him from a burning fire. Where as Choi probably saw him as heaven sent, Anthony merely looked down at the boy as a cute little yo-yo. Something he could mess with when he got bored. And what of Serenity? No, nothing even close to real emotions there. Their relationship was strictly physical, or at least that was how he saw it. To sum it up, it was like craving French Vanilla Bean ice cream, but getting frozen vanilla yogurt instead. Good ice cream, but bland compared to the taste he had lingering on his tongue.

Blue eyes came back into focus as he tore his eyes painfully away from Leo in the doorway, and back to Remi before him. Tony gave a slight jump at the site he saw, but couldn't help but smirk a little. The French looked more or less pissed off at his sarcasm, at the very least insulted. “Well, aren’t you just so charming?” Yup. Sounded it too. At this recognition, Tony did a mock curtsy by gathering the ends of his hoodie in his fists, crossing one leg behind the other, and giving a fluent little dip. Most didn't take to his sarcasm kindly; especially not on the first punch. It'd been many a time when Tony had used the wrong phrase with the wrong person, and wound up in some sort of scuffle in the cafeteria or some other public place. And in more cases than not, his shift didn't provide much help.

He turned his head back around to face the little stove before him, then, and bent his knees some to reach under the desk that was serving as his make-shift kitchen, and flipped open the mini fridge. Inside was a wonderful, delightful stash of food. The majority of it raw items that had to be cooked. There were egg cartons, small pitchers of milk, various meats stashed in the back, and a wide assortment of fruits and veggies in the pull out drawers on the bottom. It was a wonder he managed to pack it all in there, but needless to say it was there, and he planned on keeping it that way. He preferred not to share with everyone how, exactly, they came to be in the icy little fridge. But, figuring they all had at least half a brain to compensate for, they could probably gather that the materials were 'borrowed'.

Of course, had the hurricane not been blowing about outside, he would have just gone to the mall or some other store and loaded up on supplies, rather than dipped into the cafeteria at odd hours of the night. Needless to say, he worked with what he had, and a hand fetched inside of the chilly compartment towards the way back, reaching for the container of Italian sausage. Yanking this out, he heard footsteps approach from behind and figured these to be Leo's. However, they made an awkward stop. Standing up, the boy looked back over his shoulder to find that a wet, clingy shirt was outlining the sculpted back of the roommate he'd been previously roomed with. The sight alone was enough to make him loose his breath, again, but just over his shoulder Anthony spotted the bare, equally wet glossy skin of the French.

Although it's tones were less muscular than the boy standing before him - for what reason he was unsure about - the sight was still painfully pleasant to see. Whirling his head back around and flipping his hair with the motion, Tony busied his hands to keep his eyes trained on the sausage while trying to keep his cool. There was no friggin' way he'd been paired with a roommate that had no problems shedding clothes -- again! What alternate universe had he stepped into? Or worse, what had he done to deserve this? Slapping the container on a miniature cutting board, he used his free hand to yank open the desk drawer and pull out a cutting knife. Wasting no time, he propped open the lid to the fresh and seasoned sausages before he started to slice them into little bits.

“Who am I…? Hrmn… it is a broad question, don’t you think? To answer it properly… would take a generous amount of your time… Which I would venture to guess, you aren’t willing to sacrifice.” Tony added his own smirk to this, as he was sure the other was doing the same. "You guessed right," he mumbled to the sausage, hands working quickly to slice them open. All Tony had wanted was a name -- a simple two, maybe three worded reply. But by the sounds of it, he was getting a little bit more than that. Something along the signs of an abbreviated autobiography; nothing he cared to hear at all. ..Weren't they all sons in this room? And hadn't they all their fair share of friends and enemies? Although, he gathered that his own amount of enemies seemed to far surpass his number of friends, and at this he gave a little chuckle.

So far, nothing about the 'invader' was catching his attention. Well, save for the slick flesh and absurd hippie pants. Seriously, were those supposed to be an excuse for fashion back wherever he'd come from? Interesting. "I am a philosopher in the making, a soul with no real direction or inclination in life. I am a monster and a blood thirsty beast." Well, okay. So there -was- some kind of an indication as to who the guy was that he -did- care about in there. The philosopher part must've geared from his major no doubt, though the last part confused him some. A blood thirsty beast, huh? Knife scooped the meat into the hot pan, listening to the delicious sizzle of the sausage as they touched the surface. Then, turning about, he crossed his hands over his chest and arched a brow. More or less in distaste.

"Blood thirsty beastly monster huh?" he mused, watching as Leo dispersed to his dresser. "I gather you're either some sort of sadistic cannibal, or a whimpish form of the boogie man." Tony snorted once at his dry humor, grinning as his pearly whites flashed. "Take your pick." Behind him, the start of tantalizing scents of the seasoned meat wafted into his nose, and the boy had to all but keep himself from rolling his eyes in delight. He hadn't eaten in a little while, which was abnormal for the high metabolism boy. Fixing himself so that he could watch 'the cannibal' and Leo and the stove all at once, he plucked a nearby spatula off of the table, and started to stir the meat around some to let the other ends cook. "And..." Oh great, there was more? “… I am the man of every hormone-ridden teenager’s wildest dreams.”

Anthony nearly choked on his tongue at these words, swallowing down a fit of laughter that had so abruptly tried to escape. Sure, Anthony could willing say that the other was attractive. Perhaps not his type, what with the hair and all, but he didn't doubt the other was lusted over. Now by every teenager? Yeah, he had to cackle a little at that one. "Hate to shatter your precious glass that serves as your ego, mon ami," he chuckled sarcastically, throwing out practically the only word he knew in french (ironically enough, considering how few he had), "but I highly doubt that every teen is just dying to get into those pants of yours." At this, he turned around and jerked his chin towards Leo in silent example. More like a hopeful example.

He kept trying to watch him out of the corner of his eyes to see if there was any sort of noticeable attraction towards the 'Remi' fellow, after he finally heard a name. After all of who knew how many minutes passed before he finally got his answer. In all honesty, he probably would have been less sarcastic had Leo not showed up on the scene, and abruptly started to shimmy out of his own wet shirt. Now -there- was quite a sight to see. No matter how often he roomed with the older boy, and how many shirts and pants alike he'd witnessed tossed from that body of his, the effect never grew old. Chiseled muscles were practically demanding attention, and who was he to deny it?

"I'm Leolyn, and this clutz is Anthony."

[/i] Tony's posture completely changed then at the mere sound of Leo's voice, and he recognized those walls of his to start cracking. Aw damn. Turning about more to face the stove and try to ignore those longing looks from Remi to the boy he'd spent the last couple of weeks raging after, he placed himself back into the fridge and dug out the eggs, skipping the green bell peppers that he decided against having. He cracked the eggs into an awaiting bowl, and stirred these about just as his eyes glared over to the house cat shift. "I'm -not- a clutz, thank you very much," he mumbled before dumping the egg fixture into the pan. He quickly scooted the pieces of sausage to the other side of the pan to allow the large selection of eggs to cook properly. He had every intention of serving the three of them the moment the other roommate entered the room, despite his sour-puss attitude.

What chef in their right mind would leave someone without food as they fixed their own?

"Unfortunately cause of the hurricane, Tony has been commandeering the bed that would be yours, because we're not sure at how good the windows in the place are, so we're not risking sleeping near it." [/i] Suddenly very alarmed, eyes widened up back towards Leo at the realization of his words. Did he realize what he was saying? Damn it, of course he did. He always did! By the way things were sounding, he was suggesting the other not take any chances sleeping by his old bed either -- and Anthony gathered that Mr. Cannibalistic Remi wouldn't enjoy sleeping on the floor. Which only meant.. "Wait--!"

Too late. Remi was already scootching his way ever closer to Leo, which was simultaneously making Tony's blood brood and boil under his skin. He couldn't hear the silent exchange of words going on between the two, but whatever it was, those pendulum swinging hips of the French suggested it wasn't anything Tony was keen on liking. At all. He wasn't one for reading people; no, that wasn't his thing at all. It was beyond him weather or not the two were digging each other or not. But he assumed the worst that some sort of flirting was going on - a forbidden dance that he never had the chance to dive into with Leo, and an instant punch of jealousy smacked him in the face. And he didn't try to hide it. Somehow, the attention managed to turn back towards him as Leolyn spoke.

"Hey, I'm sorry about not really being around. Penny wanted to do stuff, and..."[/i]

Do stuff?! Do.. stuff? The hell with that! In Tony's possessive mind, Penny was like his little sister, and she didn't get to do 'stuff' unless he gave the O.K. And if he remembered correctly, he'd distinctly told kitty boy here to keep his paws off. His mind could only assume the worst possible 'stuff' that could have happened, and this only turned his boiling blood into scalding hot lava. Pissed beyond belief, he flipped his hand angrily in the air, trying to make it seem dismissive although it came off as if he was ready to backhand someone. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. We'll talk." Deciding not to answer their questions about the rather large omelet he had going on in the frying pan, he worked silently. Soft pierced lips pursed tightly together in a clear form of aggrivation, and his movements became much heavier and less fluent and airy as they had been before.

His annoyance, jealousy, and pure hurt was channeling through his actions now as one hand worked the spatula around the omelet, sprinkling some mixed cheese into the nice and fluffy pancake looking egg. Ticked off as he was, he was trying to stay considerate of Leo's distaste for veggies and lactose intolerant eating habits. Otherwise he would have thrown in some mushrooms, peppers, perhaps some onions, or spinach as a substitute. With his sour mood, though, it was unlikely he'd be able to focus long enough to add these things anyways. He scooped the meat into the soft folds of the egg, and sealed the large omelet closed with just a little more cheese. By far, not his fanciest of foods, but it was something quick. A hasty wrist angrily flipped off the stove, and he slid the product onto a wide and long dish, reaching over to roughly yank the plug out of the wall.

Turning around, he shot the two of them some kind of confused, irritated look and hooked his thumb over the shoulder. "Omelet's done if you want it. Help yourselves." came the harsh, almost hurt tone. In all honesty, he'd lost every ounce of his appetite. A longing look casted over to his bed as he made his way over to pick up the unused pots and pans. Remi and Leo would have each other too keep company, and who would he have?

The Teflon pans and various silverware.
It didn't help that Remi had already taken it upon himself to call Anthony by his more relaxed, familiar name. He gave a visible cringe at this, and stubbornly carried away some of the pots to the closet, mumbling a string of curses all the while.
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The tall dark haired male watched as the slimmer, shorter French slid of his shirt. Water dripping down his skin, the light dancing across the droplets, like mini rainbows. It was an interesting scene to watch. And then he spoke, accent as clear as day.

“Who am I…? Hrmn… it is a broad question, don’t you think? To answer it properly… would take a generous amount of your time… Which I would venture to guess, you aren’t willing to sacrifice.Shortly… I am a son. I am friend and I am a foe. I am a philosopher in the making, a soul with no real direction or inclination in life. I am a monster and a blood thirsty beast. And… I am the man of every hormone-ridden teenager’s wildest dreams.”

And Leo stood there for a long moment and listened, as the boy went on and on, about what he was or could have been.

"Blood thirsty beastly monster huh? I gather you're either some sort of sadistic cannibal, or a whimpish form of the boogie man. Take your pick."

And then he broke out laughing."Judging by his size, probably a boogie man in training." He chuckled."I mean, those pants are good enough to scare any one." He added, though judging by the material itself, they must have cost a pretty penny."Is that really the kinds of things the French wear, these days?" He questioned.

"Hate to shatter your precious glass that serves as your ego, mon ami, but I highly doubt that every teen is just dying to get into those pants of yours."

And then Tony used him as an example, and he had to take a long moment to look over the other. He did have nice hair, and wasn't bad to look at, but not his type. Definitely not his type. He'd prefer less make up, and something resembling normality, but part of that could have been culture shock. Though he wasn't going to confirm or deny any sort of accusations. And then of course, there was the ego that was almost as large as his own. Which wasn't going to work in the long run.

"I'm -not- a clutz, thank you very much,"

"Mmm. I'd disagree with you there, Tony." He teased playfully, before the other male gave a proper introduction.

“Oui…Erhm… Yes, I mean to say. You’ve assumed correctly. I am a little surprised the two of you weren’t informed of my arrival, but I suppose news doesn’t travel well from housing to its students.I am Remi Fitzroy, by the way. But most just call me Remi - though I’m not opposed to nicknames - so long as they’re clever.”

He made a mental note about the other boy. One he was French. Two,he had a tendency to slip into said language when put on the spot. Three, he gave way too much credit to the school.

Leo watched as the other male stalked over, all feline grace and feminine hips. And then it clicked. There was no way that much grace could be packed into a shifter with out being some sort of cat. Which meant that there were going to be territory battles. Probably territory battles over people. Meaning Tony. Part of Leo's brain flared up at the idea of this Remi, going any where near Tony. He was the only one allowed to woo the other boy. It was his toy, and Remi couldn't have him.

Though with all the watching, and protective instincts he completely missed Tony's yelp of protest.

“Ah, I suppose I’m just as guilty as Tony… this must be your bed… How foolish of me. Jumping into a stranger’s bed like that… it’s hardly respectable, non? I hope you don’t mind…” And then the boy came close enough.

Leo reached out and wrapped an arm around the small of the lion shifter's back, pulling him hard against him, eyes twinkling with a grin. He bent down close to the boy's ear.

"I usually wait until at least the third date, second if you're really lucky." He whispered, a clear challenge. He waited a moment longer before letting the French go.

And then his attention was pulled back to Tony. Who was pissed. It was like an inanimate object, of pure anger had been dropped onto Tony, dropped into the room with Tony as the focal point. He didn't even need to use his awesome psychology skills to see how mad the other boy was.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. We'll talk."

And then came the hand motion, and Leo took a second to think about what he had said. It took him a couple of minutes to figure it out and he groaned, looking at the floor.

"Tony, It wasn't like that..She..she just wanted to watch movies. I haven't done anything with her. I swear to you.” He pleaded lightly, trying to sooth some of the anger from his roommate."and..I had stuff with my parents..Thats mostly what has been taking up my time. Hell I've hardly seen Penny really." He added,flashing eyes that begged for forgiveness at the red-panda shift.

And yet the other boy was moving in the very familiar, movements of anger. Movements that made, Leo take a few steps back to give him some space. Part of his brain wondered how the heck Tony still remembered not to put in veggies, as mad as he was, but he wasn't going to comment, and the food smelled fantastic.

He watched as the other dark haired male plated the food and unplugged the stove, turning to look at the two feline shifts, with a look of pure fury written on his face.

"Omelet's done if you want it. Help yourselves."

Leo nearly winced at the other boy's tone as he stalked off to go collect his other cookware. The tabby-shift's sensitive ears didn't miss the string of curses Tony uttered as he walked by.

He chewed on his lip for a moment, helpless for a time. Tony probably didn't want his help at this point, probably didn't want him any where near him.

Guilt kicked him in the stomach, hard, and he frowned. He put on the dry shirt he had picked out some time ago and stalked back towards his dresser, grabbing his pajama pants, before walking into the bathroom.

He was going to be good. He was going to be good to Tony who didn't deserve any of this, not after Leo had been gone. Not after Leo was dating his little sister practically. All to toy with Tony's head. The poor boy didn't deserve all the things that Leo did to him.

He frowned looking in the mirror, and drying himself off the rest of the way, before changing from his soaking jeans, which he draped over the side of the shower curtains, and into his pajama pants.

He stayed in there for several minutes, hopefully giving time for Tony to cool down. He made sure he was presentable, dry for the most part, and presentable. No more teasing Tony, on this night.

He stalked out of the bathroom and towards the omelet, made of grace and silence. He needed to think of a way to make Tony less annoyed with him. He had to, because his whole reason for coming back was to make friends with the other boy again. And Remi just had to get in the way of that.

Curse him, was his thought as he cut up food.

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