<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/>Tyson grinned softly when he heard Zitka's words. She had said 'Can<strong>we</strong>have some food' and though his mind had been occupied for the past while, what with the meeting of Zitka and his unreliable roomie, and the massive, pain-in-the-ass altercation between him and the lizard bitch, he had been starving ever since he'd shown up on the unsettling carriage ride. The smell wafting from the inside of the school was simply divine, but it seemed as though this place threw things at him one after another, things that easily attracted his attention this way and that. Perhaps it was just a feeling, or perhaps it was the lovely sound that feel upon his ears, but it looked like that trend of attraction and distraction was far, far from over.<br/><br/>As soon as that stimulated groan fell from the kitsune's lips, Tyson found himself at full attention, resting his chin on his fist once more as he witness Sayaka's treatment. He fought to keep his grin from widening as the salve was worked over her pert, pink nipples, a fight which he seemed to lose as the nurse's hand lowered further and further. By then, the substance on Zitka's breasts seemed to absorb into her skin, and her smooth mound seemed to be getting the same treatment. The salve was worked gently into the skin, and he got a lovely view of the effect the salve seemed to have on her. Her folds moistened..he wondered exactly what the salve felt like. The slime's touch hadn't evoked any feeling like that in him..there was no more warmth than the purple mass already possessed. Only a soothing feeling. In his mind, he didn't even notice that his arm had been moved further up Zitka's smooth, flat core. Only the feeling of her smooth areola and firm nub under his fingers would catch his attention..and the way she reveled in her warmth, the way she sounded, he didn't even think about moving his hand.<br/><br/>As Zitka conversed with the nurses, Tyson was in his own little world, absently listening and sitting as silently as he always had prior to his relocation here. He was focused, focused on feeling of undeniable softness that rested against his palm. It was strange for him. Large breasts always drove him crazy..but he still immensely enjoyed the feeling of Zitka's A-Cup under his hand. He could grip it all..his powerful hand could easily take hold of her entire breast. And those ripe little beads under his fingers...the longer he sat there, quietly, the harder he had to fight not to take the nub between his finger and thumb, and the harder he fought, the more his mind went wild with thoughts. That was when Saki and Sayaka's words finally dawned on him, and he was quickly brought back into reality, his head whirling towards the two nurses as he listened. His sudden tension caused him to firmly grasp Zitka's breast.<br/><br/>"Zitka's right." He said matter of factually. "How can I help her? Pouring her drinks?" He would've scratched his head if he could, but instead decided to quiet himself down and listen to Sayaka's spiel regarding his 'help'. The assistant was wise to guess that he'd catch each hint dropped throughout her explanation. His comprehension of the situation took the form of a shocked expression, and a blush that grew darker and darker with each passing word. The mood pendant hanging around his neck grew darker, as well: a shade of purple that deepened and deepened with desire that he tried his damnedest to suppress. It explained a lot...the abundance of monster girls here, and the very, very small percentage of males in comparison. "You're...you're serious, aren't you..Is THAT why we're here?" He tried his hardest to put on the best poker face that he could, but his blush brutally betrayed him. He wasn't sure how he felt about it..though he knew part of him was turned on beyond belief. A very, very large part..<br/><br/>When Zitka turned to him with such a serious expression, he blinked slowly, his face finally settling into a casual stare. His grip on her breast finally tightened, messaging the skin under the entirety of his palm, nipple and all. He wanted to make her writhe...it was his purpose, apparently.<br/><br/>"There are plenty of ways, Zitka....but unless somebody fixes my back, nobody's getting fed..." His eyes only rested on her for a moment. They also scanned the faces of Sayaka and Saki..