Thread: A Long Talk WHO: Dallas and Davian WHEN: Sunday WHERE: Kitsune House Commons
A day or so had already gone by since the curse was lifted and Davian hadn't heard from Dallas yet. He started to drop his guard, because honestly, being that vigilant was exhausting, and it looked like the teacher was taking a leave of absence for the rest of the weekend, anyway. Good. He wouldn't have to deal with him until Track & Field time, and by then Davian was sure he could fake an injury he'd maybe gotten from a ravaging werewolf or something. Maybe just a sprained ankle. Those were easy to fake. Then it'd be bench time and nap time while Dallas took care of the other students. Easy.
It was past noon by the time Davian left his room to go find some food, wandering down to the Kitsune House common area with its attached kitchen vignette. Sometimes the other students left food there, sometimes there was a communal plate of cookies, but either way, Davian was going to get something to eat and head back to his room for round two of nap time. A Sunday afternoon was best spent lounging in bed, especially when one had no intention of studying or preparing for the week to come in any fashion.
Giving a smirk and a nod to one of his fellow Kitsune members, Davian opened the fridge to rummage around for something that didn't have a label with someone's name. There was chocolate pudding, but it had a name scribbled on the lid with masking tape. Or did it? Davian ripped the tape off and tossed it aside, coming away from the fridge to find a spoon next, demon tail swishing contentedly behind him in a steady undulating pattern.