hulkling_altman (hulkling_altman) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-11-11 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | arrowette, hulkling, wiccan |
Who: Teddy, Cissie, open to Billy
Where: University Dorms
When: November 11, 2013
What: Cissie stops by to talk. Teddy is just happy he at least naps with boxers on.
Rating: PG
Teddy used to be a very heavy sleeper. In some ways, he still was. At the hideout he was accustomed to the noises the other teens made and slept through them. The pounding feet down the hall and the yelling of the other dorm dwellers didn't bother him. Billy's muttering at his homework only seemed to lull him further into sleep. But the subtle sounds... Small things he could not quite identify would wake him up now. He'd been that way ever since...
So the small sound by the window had his blue eyes opening, brow lowered. Then he rolled to his feet quietly, flatting himself to the wall by the window. It opened and someone was looking in. Or they would have except his huge, blunt claws grabbed the person, flesh quickly swirling around their face and arms. The person was light, so hauling them in to get a look was not hard.
"Oh!" he exclaimed as soon as he realized, green flesh receding swiftly and setting her much more gently on her feet. "Cissie? What are you doing?" Then he instantly started to apologize. "I am so sorry, I had no idea! Did you text before coming over? I was sleeping, so I probably slept through it. Or you could have used the com! I would have heard it. In hindsight I guess it's good you're not some random girl looking for her boyfriend's dorm and got ours by mistake, but really, you could have been anyone!"
And really, no one should waltz into Teddy and Billy's dorm room. The other dorm rooms were small with two beds. Theirs was a sizable flat with a large single bed and much homier touches to it. It was impossible for it to be so large without the use of magic--of course, that was exactly what Billy did. Magic.
"Uh, and I realize I'm not well clothed," he said, hand going behind his head and scratching, even as a shirt and jeans started to form over his boxers. Superman boxers, no less.