<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Edward almost always seemed uncertain, but as a leader, he didn't mind instituting his own actions and ideas with or without consent. Which sometimes exhilirated him in the worst manners imaginable. None of his regulars seemed to mind, although he usually tread cautiously no matter what he did with or to the men. <i>Oh shit. </i>In foresight, attending his bedroom might have been shady; he didn't know if he had abandoned anything in public view. Tiger certainly had a few playthings and illicit dealings to hide, since these possessions enhanced his sexual and study experiences alike. <br/>
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Risking whatever disorganization resided on the wood panels of his suite or in his closet and drawers, he slapped on a grin and delicately clutched one of Edward's wrist. "You should abandon Mu, no one will hate you for mutiny here. But since you '<i>can't', </i>I'll have to make sure you visit me often,". Tugging his companion along, the two dove down the prominent corridor and wound around to a flight of wooden stairs, feet treading on the shiny surfaces. Another man flattened against the railing as he towed Edward along, a casual "Hey T," dispersed as a greeting. With a nod, he continued to the landing and relinquished his touch on Edward, nearly having second thoughts as he walked with his partner to a row of entries lined in the hall.<br/>
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"I'm on the second floor with upperclassmen. Third floor is for officers and bottom is reserved for lowerclassmen,". Digging in his pockets for his keys, he walked to the third door on the right and produced the jingling metal into sight. Tiger slid one of the pieces into the knob and twisted, a light <i>click! </i>alerting the air. "Welcome...to <i>mi pequeña casa. </i>Ignore any of the mess you see,". Swaying the entrance open, he wandered inside and lingered near the exit as to shut the door once Edward had followed. <br/>
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His possessions were fairly meager, a King-sized bed with light grey sheets and blankets, a pine nightstand adorned with a lamp and trinkets, a matching dresser full of fabrics and hidden novelties and a desk-office seat duo perched near the window. Parts of the walls were draped in awards, advertisements, photographs and sketches from friends; otherwise, his dorm held a bland and tranquil atmosphere. A mirrored closet lie vertically next to the bathroom entry, random assortments of former projects, notes and belongings saddled along the bottom within. </span></span>