Normally, one would know that four males could not easily fit into one of the beds in the dorm rooms. Chad and Teddy were particularly aware of this, having known that it was sometimes a tight fit for just the two of them. However, it wasn't like there was expected to be two more people curled up on the bottom half of the bed that morning, since ( Read more... )

Era mañana y Chad desarrollados de cama, pues la luz fluyó a través de las ventanas. Él estiró, su torso largo y brazos de ondulación que alcanzaban para el techo como él gruñió, resolviendo todas las torceduras de sus músculos. Él entonces suspiró, profundamente, y rasguñó su estómago del lavadero. Sus labios relamieron un poco con el gusto seco ( Read more... )

There were two places Chad could have gone with Ichigo's body after he'd left the fight with the hollow to keep him safe: the clinic, or the dorms. Since there was no way in hell Chad would choose the first option unless he absolutely had to, it was to his bedroom with Ichigo's shell of a body over his shoulders ( Read more... )

Chad was kind of wishing there could be an opening at the gallery every Wednesday, because it meant that instead of the new Chinese and laptop set up since Teddy was at work, the two of them could enjoy their cheesy modeling competition show in the comfort of Chad's own room ( Read more... )

So yesterday had been a very interesting day. There'd been a Hollow. Two years here and there'd never been a Hollow, not until Ichigo showed up. It left Chad with a lot of worrying thoughts in his head, especially because he had known Ichigo for a bit before Hollows started showing up in Karakura, too. Or, at least, showing up in a way that ( Read more... )

It was a nice, calm, relaxing sort of evening, and Chad was in his room, bass guitar slung against his hip. He picked at a few strings, feeling out a beat, stopping only a moment to lean forward over his desk and jot down the song he was coming up with. His voice was just as much a bass as the strings themselves as he tried them out quietly.

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It was all Teddy's fault. It was his idea ( Read more... )

Chad sat on his bed, legs folded in front of him, and stared at his phone. He had been just listening to music, via his headphones, which would have meant that he would have almost missed the call he had just received if his phone hadn't been in his pocket. The vibration was the only thing that managed to cut through the Tool in his ears, and it ( Read more... )

It was all Prince Oscar Pedro's fault, really. Chad had been reclining comfortably on his bed, listening through some of his new music (on his headphones, no less, as to not disturb anyone else), when the cat (Chad noticed idly that he was starting to get bigger; he wasn't going to be a kitten for much longer) had jumped on his chest and, letting ( Read more... )

Chad was very glad to see that, coming back from class, the ANTM marathon was still playing, and he'd only have had to miss a little bit of it. Besides, having to leave it for French class gave his brain a little bit of a break, and a chance to grab a stack from the common room before returning to his room to get comfortable on his bed and watch ( Read more... )