<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/27/10/88/2710888c5f187d75741db724a9581e7b.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 28th, 2017 - afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Corridors<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>After his last class of the day, on the phone with his older brother Zavier.<br/><br/>While he was trekking around Europe and Africa over the summer, gathering artifacts and rare books for his family's collections, he had daydreamed of being back at school, getting to sit idly in class and just taking a break. Now he couldn't seem to stay focused on the professor or the art history slides being shown. Usually he was quite fastidious when it came to his notes. Today he was drawing abstract sketches of random things he saw in the slides. All he could think about was his kitten, err... Libby. Hopefully she would still let him (or just begrudgingly ignore it) call her kitten or dove. It was said out of appreciation and interest, after all. He couldn't wait to see her again, but he didn't want to get back on her bad side by being one of those guys that shows up at every turn - not after he made some ground with her today, or so he thought.<br/><br/>That class had felt like it had gone on foreeeeever, but soon he was up and out - walking down one of the corridors back towards his dorms. There was small nook in one side of a hallway, where there was a bench and a spot he could sit and space out on his phone.<em>Anything to distract me from thinking about her more. </em>Done for the day he would eventually make his way back to his dorm and then maybe head to the garden. Swiping through his call list he sees that his brother had called him while he was in class. Troy glanced at his watch and did his best to calculate what time it would be back at the compound of his brother's pride. He hit a button and the phone rang.<br/><br/>"Hey bro!" They exchanged brief pleasantries and then his brother went on to ask him some questions about what happened to the books in the last auction lot that hadn't made it in the last shipment. "Oh, they are here with me still. I wanted to look them over." Being a curious cat, Troy was known to linger on certain artifacts that he wanted to learn more about. So his brother bought the lie. Then things turned to more general, personal questions.<br/><br/>"Oh, yeah, school has started back okay. I just got out of one of my art history classes. It goes fine, always a little dry but that's okay. How are the new cubs doing?" His brother had found his mate a few years back and though it had taken some time, she recently had their first litter.<br/><br/>"And, Zed, on that front... I, um, think I might have found...<em>her, my mate."</em>Troy pressed his back against the stone wall, one knee propped up on the stone bench. Sitting in a recessed nook he was away from prying eyes and ears, or so he thought.