Sadly, but not surprisingly, the three men showed their true colors by violating his and Chryseum’s leftover food items.  This meant nothing to Nebula, as he was mostly done with the tastiest of morsels anyway.  Besides, with his drop of honey in such proximity, who cared about food?  Her kisses on his neck resulted in tingly sensations, as if his body was being bombarded by icy needles.  Although it might not sound like it, this was actually a good thing, regardless of the stirrings it caused elsewhere.  Chryseum’s reminder of him needing a shower resulted in an impish smile, though he did manage to suppress a laugh.  When the woman was right, she was right.<br/><br/>Naturally, he was royally pissed (nah, not really) when she performed the move on him that he so desperately wished to perform on her.  At that time, the only thing preventing him from doing so was the presence of the trio of assholes.  For some reason, Nebula had it ingrained in his mind that he, and he alone, cornered the market where<i>Assault On The Earlobe </i>was concerned.  Just like that, Chryseum proved him wrong.  She would have to “pay” for this transgression later.<br/><br/>The manner in which she began backing away was his first clue.  The playful expression dancing across her face told him all he needed to know.  He loved chasing her, though of course, not nearly as much as actually catching her.  What did he do with his captured prey?  Well, that was another story for another time.<br/><br/>Inching forward, he watched as his blossom adeptly avoided barreling into Dr. Lawson, thereby sidestepping a messy encounter of plates and all sorts of food on the floor and on others.  Running past her, she held up an index finger, implying that she wished to say something to him.  No time! he thought, as the Sideshow known as Dr. Lawson could wait.  His Main Attraction was getting away.<br/><br/>Chryseum’s liquid evasion of Dr. Lawson cost her some time, albeit a second, two at the most.  His raindrop still enjoyed a head start to the doors and beyond.  They both enjoyed off-the-charts levels of endurance.  His legs, if you will, was his clear advantage.  The pair was able to achieve speeds an Olympic Games sprinter could only dream about.  Yet, his longer stride always assisted him in running her down.  It was just a matter of time.<br/><br/>Clear of the cafeteria, they tore through the halls, which luckily for them was barren of any people.  Her advantage had already visibly shrunk, as he continued to relentlessly stalk her.  A corner here, a soft bend there and Nebula was on her like scales on an alligator.  Embracing her, she laughed that laugh that always made him smile.  Always.  Spinning her around so they faced each other, he drew her in closer, already enraptured with all her competing scents on offer.  Both had barely broken a sweat.<br/><br/>A simple glance to his left resulted in a knowing grin.  Chryseum led him here on purpose, for they now stood right outside the door to his room.