Room 412; Monday Morning, before Third Period.
Waking up this morning seemed to have turned out to be rather nice. Since he was still climbing out of a very comfortable sleep, A.J. wasn't thinking a whole lot about it beyond the niceness. He had a habit of doing this. He also had a habit of failing to remember that, most of the times he woke up like this, it very rarely ended up as well as it had started. All he was thinking that this hadn't happened in a while; he wasn't going to bother trying to think about the fact that there was a reason why he and Troy didn't end up like this in the morning anymore, but he was sure there was a reason. He grunted, slightly nuzzling in comfortably a little more.
That was, of course, when he realized that this wasn't exactly Troy's body. And it sure as hell wasn't Beauty's body, either, so that couldn't be it. In fact, he didn't know who the hell this body was.
At least they were clothed? There was at least that. But, beyond that, A.J. was a little too, uhhh....confused to do anything but slowly retract his arm and staaaaare.
[[ for the other occupant of said bed; room modded with permission, although I must say, I miss 412! ]]
That was, of course, when he realized that this wasn't exactly Troy's body. And it sure as hell wasn't Beauty's body, either, so that couldn't be it. In fact, he didn't know who the hell this body was.
At least they were clothed? There was at least that. But, beyond that, A.J. was a little too, uhhh....confused to do anything but slowly retract his arm and staaaaare.
[[ for the other occupant of said bed; room modded with permission, although I must say, I miss 412! ]]