Aleron shifted back to her human form once he was in the bedroom, quickly slipping on boxers and a pair of jeans, though not caring enough for a shirt- Especially when there was nothing to be ashamed of. Now that he was dressed, Aleron walked out of the bedroom to go back to the living room where he assumed Jaron was still sitting, dragging a hand through his dark brown hair, which was the same shade most of his fur was if not all of it.<br/><br/>When he was to the living room, he sat on the couch, about a foot away from Jaron. Not because he detested the man, at least not as much as he used to, just because he automatically assumed personal space was to take place- After he'd invaded it and all once before, though Jaron didn't really seem to have minded at all...<br/><br/>He stared at the TV silently, watching the race as well with his arms loosely folded and crossed over his chest.