"I'm too young... ♪
I'm too young... ♪"
He poked his head out of the shower, swearing he had heard something outside of the bathroom. He sniffed and smelled... Ugh, seriously? "He's out there waiting, isn't he..." He mumbled, sighing. He had finished his shower anyways, so he shut off the music and dried himself off, putting on his loose pants and heading out the door. Solo glanced over at Eva, who was waiting quietly on his roommate's bed. "Froot loop or whatever his name is might not like you sitting there. But hell if I care." He simply shrugged, though turned startled when three distinct screams came simultaneously from the window. Fangirls. Sh**. He quickly covered the window by the curtains, sighing slightly. "Don't even ask."
He took an unrealistic-looking leap right over the beds and landed on the top bunk, putting on his large shirt before leaping back down, barefoot. Was he always barefoot? He popped his neck numerous times by tilting it to both sides, then glanced back at Eva. Why the hell was he here?? "I'm gonna go get something to eat... You can come if you want, I guess."
Gahh, why does this feel so awkward!? He casually headed out the door, not totally paying attention to Eva but keeping his ears perked, as he was somewhat certain the boy would follow. As soon as Solo swung open the door, there was a loud thunk.
"HEY, YOU LITTLE BIT--" The guy, another teen of this dorm, had stood up, his nose bloodied and red; he was hit by the door. His shouting stopped when Solo turned a furious glare. It was replaced by terrified stammering and muttering. "O-oops.
L-look man, I thought you were someone else and I was just playing a practical joke man, it was only a joke I swear! I just lifted her skirt I mean if you--"
"Wait." The guy gulped and Solo clenched his fists. "You mean /her/?" He motioned toward Eva, and the boy nodded, gulping once more. "I'm gonna ask you some questions, and you better think of your answers carefully, got it?" The guy nodded while Solo popped his knuckles. "Question one. What species are you?"
The guy was on his knees, clearly hoping to avoid any conflict by acting submissive. "J-just werewolf, dude--"
"Strike one. Question two. Why did you mess with her?"
The group of five or six guys on the other side of the hall were watching in silent worry, probably scared that their friend was going to be killed. "J-just 'cause I thought it'd be funny, it made my friends laugh--"
"So you mocked her in public then? Strike two." Solo glared, though there was much satisfaction seeing the fear in the guy's eyes. "Last chance. Last question. Who told you it was okay to stand in front of /my/ door?"
The guy swallowed hard, trembling as he stammered out an answer. "Wh-why does it matter to you? Is she like your girlfriend or something--"
"Strike three." The very thought disturbed him, though he found himself trembling too. Trembling with rage. "She's just my-- ... Friend." In the midst of the silence Solo swung his right leg straight into the air, bring it down on the guy's head in a powerful display of the Axe Kick. The sound of his face hitting the ground was shared with a crunch, likely from the cartilage in his nose. "Now. If you EVER mess with her, or /me/, again, I'll not go easy on you. Got it?" The guy struggled to pick himself up, covering his nose with his hand, blood on both and pooling on the ground. Solo turned his glare to the other guys, roaring furiously. "GOT IT!?"
The other guys huddled their injured friend back into the dorm, closing the door behind them. The hallway was pretty much empty now, and it was dead silent. Solo exhaled, letting his fury at least hide itself away for now, before turning back to Eva. "Let's go get something to eat... I'm starving."