Thomas Gorum walked down the halls of the Academy of Magic his head throbbing.  Combat practice had left him with several hits to his head and probably a minor concussion, he was angry and was taking it out on his partner, Hitomi.  Thomas liked Hitomi, but since they spent so much time together it was natural they would bicker and this time was no different.  "Geez, Hitomi you couldn't have taught me any other ways to defend myself?  I can't always solely rely on my magic and you won't always be there so you could at least take the time to teach me some basic combat styles.  Oh wait I forgot, your busy touching<em>both</em>your areas at night."  Thomas sighed as he said that...he knew it would hurt her and he had said for that, but it was Hitomi's fault.<br/><br/>"Hey...sorry...that was...rude of me."  He said quietly and looking back up.  "What do you suppose the mistress wants with us?  I mean, I keep thinking we're in trouble, but we haven't done anything wrong."  His voice was a bit shaky, he never could control his body around the mistress.  She was attractive to say the least and often made his pants tighter than need be.  He had changed clothing into something looser for the occassion and was currently dressed in the school's uniform.  Black slacks and a white button up with the school's insigna over the heart and a black tie.  Of course there were students who ignored the dress code and weren't punished, but Thomas paid for these clothes out of his own pocket and he would damn well make good use out of them.