<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Top, going down<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>open<br/>Henrik would take the time to change out of his uniform and into his regular clothes. He found as much privacy as he could, which wasn't much; but at least he didn't feel like a piece of meat out on display.<br/><br/>He had slim, but muscular arms, while his legs were thicker, and visibly muscular as well.  He was wiry, more than muscular, even though he has obvious muscular development all over the place. He didn't have a 'six-pack', but rather, a four-pack.<br/><br/>If anybody cared to gawk at his genitals, that he was just above average for a human.  Probably, he'd be six inches erect, maybe a bit more.<br/><br/>Well, once he was back to being dressed in the loose clothes he loved, and had the breastplate in place, and his sword sheathed and the scabbard attached to his belt, the cloak donned; once he was all set, he'd take off down the path; the uniform neatly folded up and carried under his arm.<br/><br/>Even if he was the last student to leave the top, which he likely wasn't, he was likely to be the first one to reach the bottom. He didn't run, but he moved with a great deal of momentum, and long strides.   Though some might see him as showing off or something, the truth was, he just really wanted to get to lunch.