<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/p0XHlTW.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 28th, 2017 - afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Men's Dorm Rooms - Room 220<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>WTF?!?<br/><br/>Libby kicked, hit, and scratched at his fur. Luckily for him (and unlucky for her) his hybrid form had much thicker skin and was able to absorb a lot of impact without much stopping him. Not that Troy would have noticed much anyway, so angry and upset and just utterly confused. What had he done this time? As if anything he could ever do would justify being cold-cocked out of nowhere.<em>What?!? </em>Was the book not just the right title or length for her? Perhaps she just thought she also deserved the priceless artifacts that had come with the books as well, for free.<br/><br/>If staff or faculty saw him hauling a girl off towards his room with her protesting like this, he would surely be expelled. (Hell, if Troy saw this happening to anyone else he would normally be running to their rescue.) But this... was personal and she was his business. The lass had some explaining to do.<br/><br/>He only fumbled a second with his keys in his large paw before opening the door to his room. Troy made sure to lock the door behind him before he dropped her cut ass promptly on his bed.<br/><br/>He stepped back and sighed at his appearance, kicking off his shoes and ripping the tattered shirt from his chest. Troy stood back in front of his door and crossed his arms. "What the hell is your problem?"