<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, The Flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John, Maria, Emily, Kumari (might overhear)<br/><hr/><br/>Mori would purr happily, showing his satisfaction at receiving the proper attention a cat of his statue deserves, before scooting off to settle down by Sully's door. When Sully was home, in his room, Mori was almost always in there with him. But for now, the door was shut and locked, and one might wonder if Mori was either guarding it, or just really wanted to get inside.<br/><br/>Meanwhile,  Sully would be going to put his boots on. Steel-toed workman's boots. he always wore those; whatever his reason, it was, like so many other things, only known to him. Possibly, Mori knows, but the cat is certainly not going to start speaking any time soon. He was also checking over his pockets to make sure he had everything he needed on him. He was not looking forward to getting to school, although the bike ride there was good exercise.<br/><br/>"Heh. Take her on a date, hotshot. Or one of your groupies." He'd say to John, gently razzing him while encouraging him. Sully might not have ever seen him do any sort of competitions or shows or what-have-you, but he knew that there had to  be some lovely ladies that he caught the eyes of. Sully was also painfully aware of the fact that he had a few admirers, himself.  He'd never do anything with them.<br/><br/>However, he kept right on talking, kind of trying to deny John the chance to respond to that. "If you want a good horror movie, get Martyrs. it's a 2008 one. French, so it should be easy to find." He would say this to Maria.