<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Dorm B1</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Zitka, Isoke</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Tyson merely needed a bit of a rest from the sharp pains moving gave at the moment. Keeping still only left him with dull aches that he could easily overlook. He wasn't going to stay long, though. He hadn't ever legitimately needed to go to the nurse's office at any of his old schools..but it seemed like there was a first time for everything. When he began to move himself a tad, he felt a bit of a stir in his arms, and, of course, he immediately checked to see if Zitka was alright. He was met with a brief lick on the chin, however, before the tiny fox went lip in his arms once more. His eyes had widened when he felt her little tongue, and he stared down at her with a raised eyebrow. Though his past blush had faded by then, what with the beating he took, a new one was taking it's place now, softer than before, but present. He remembered what Tina had said, about Zitka liking him...she was probably right. It made the situation make much more sense. Nobody would risk their lives defending someone else for no reason. But this was no time to get hung up on that.<br/><br/>He pushed himself off the wall, wincing and hissing lightly as the sharp pain returned. As he approached Isoke, there was a noticable slump in his posture, indicating exactly where the pain was. Head injuries were nothing to mess with. Neither were back injuries...though he doubted there'd be any lasting damage. Tyson cradled Zitka against his chest with one arm, while the other one draped over Isoke's shoulders. He wrist bent slightly to point forward. "All set now...Thanks." He looked back at Anya slightly, taking note of her own bare form..he smirked, but let out a sigh, rather than making a comment. Going nude must've been the style here, or something..He'd stick to wearing clothes.<br/><br/>To be continued in the infirmary.