<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Infirmary</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Zitka</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Zitka's obliviousness only served to make Tyson laugh harder. The she asked what she had so simply, how she had completely missed his joke, all of it, he found positively hilarious and adorable. There was nothing malicious about his laughter; it was all in good fun, and Zitka seemed to understand that. That's what he guessed at least, on account of that smile on her face. She wasn't too far off in her own judgement. Despite her being completely wrong about his reason for laughing, he was definitely happy about their new found relationship...it was a relationship, right? He still knew very little about what being her mate would entail, but he'd give it a try. She was adorable and kind, not to mention attractive! Turning her down would've been foolish. Besides...dating outside his species would be an interesting experience, at the very least.<br/><br/>A warm smile spread across his cheeks as the kitsune took his hand, the strength of her grip taking him by surprise. When she used his hand to pull herself out of her bed, he was prepared to object. He couldn't bring himself to keep her away, however, as she took a seat next to him, her hand resting against his back. It hurt briefly, but it was nothing a minor shift in position couldn't fix. It wasn't long before her hand sneaked it's way into his long, pale, brown-blonde locks, and admittedly, he had been expecting her to gravitate back towards his hair for some time now. It was okay, though...but only for her to do it. He didn't mind her fingers working among the thicket of filaments under his bandana, especially when she began to nuzzle and rub against his arm. He couldn't keep from chuckling just a bit, and flushing lightly. He wasn't quite attention to the type of attention he was getting...he hadn't had many girlfriends throughout his life. Very few of the girls at the schools he'd gone to prior to this one were interested in an 'urchin' like him. He could certainly get used to being treated as Zitka treated him, though. That much was certain.<br/><br/>His eyes had begun closing under her coddling and his arms found their way around her partially. All was good then..great, even. He could've easily fallen asleep in that position, but her undoubtedly silly question brought him back to reality, and brought a wide, content smile to his youthful visage. "What? Well duh!" He slowly drew his fingers along her side, his cheeks darkening. "You're too adorable, Zitka...you don't even have to ask for a kiss. Next time, just go for it...I like surprises, anyway.."