<div class="floatleft">(http://origincache-ash.fbcdn.net/928248_636543246434014_1836941014_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 8:45AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room, Terminology Class, and now outside on the move in the campus area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivi, Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The dorm room was dark and quiet but for the whispering winds of the air conditioner. Beneath a thick, pillowy quilt appeared a bright light, shining through the cloth material and releasing some happy jingle. It was the default jingle most android users had on their phones. The blankets shifted as the form beneath them stirred. The phone was silenced with a finger swipe, and a low moan sounded as a young man turned over onto his back. He laid there for a moment, pretending to bed half-dead. Shit, he felt like it after last night.<br/><br/>He raised his hand to his face, dragging it across a stubbly jaw up into his brown feathery hair.<br/><br/>“Ugh, gimme a break,” he muttered. He was not a morning person or a Monday person.<br/><br/>Bence sat up, the quilt tumbling down his chest into his lap as he rubbed the sleep crust from his eyes and opened his maw to yawn his first yawn of the day. He figured that he would be doing it a lot in his terminology class. Throwing back the covers, he slid his legs around and rose out of bed. If it hadn’t been for the metaphorical out of body experiences he put himself through, then he didn’t think he would have ever gotten out of bed. Grasping his Under Armor briefs, he slid them off…with a little difficulty. Damn, were they grabbing his nuts all night? He didn’t even bother with the lights, preferring the darkness for he wasn’t exactly awake yet. Stepping into the bathroom, he flicked on the lights and got the water started.<br/><br/><em>Shit, shower, and shave</em>were the usual three Ss of his morning, but he didn’t quite get to the<em>shave</em>part. Stepping out of the shower onto the splash mat, he rubbed a body towel all over his body and glanced over to his scale. Ruffling his hair with the towel, he stepped over to the scale and set the towel on the rack. Lazy eyes peered down at the pad as he stepped onto the sensor and again raised a hand to his mouth to cover another yawn.<br/><br/><em>Damn</em>, he thought.<em>Last night must ov’ whooped my ass.</em><br/><br/>He smirked in amusement at the memory. He was so drunk that his friends must have thought that he was crazy.<br/><br/>(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjQwLmUxMTQxNC5NakV3LjEA/koenigsberg.regular.png)<br/><br/>Bence’s face paled and eyes expanded in shock. He staggered back a little off the scale.<br/><br/>“What the fuck…” he muttered to himself. The scale had actually scared him. 210? He gained twenty pounds over night? Did he eat something? Shit, if he did he couldn’t even remember. “Oh no, this shit has to be broke.”<br/><br/>Bence stepped back on the scale.<br/><br/>(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjQwLmUxMTQxNC5NakV3LjEA/koenigsberg.regular.png)<br/><br/>It was a nightmare. What did he eat some fatty cakes or some shit? Bence strode out of the bathroom back into his bedroom and stopped before the kitchen sink. Flicking on the lights, he recoiled in surprise at his reflection. His body…creamy flesh was stretched over marble-like muscle. What was that an eight pack? He curled and uncurled his arms not only seeing his biceps swell beneath his skin but his deltoids too. He turned around to eye his back…what the fuck was going on?!<br/><br/>“What the hell happened here?”<br/><br/>He didn’t have time to linger in the mirror. He had to get to class. Bence went over to his drawers and started with his underwear. The garments were clinging to his thighs and as he jerked them up, he ripped the band right off of them.<br/><br/>“Shit!” he cursed before he collapsed back upon his bed and started to fight them off. He went through about seven pairs until he settled for boxers, the material looking like skimpy girl shorts on him. Pants were next. Some pairs were like his briefs. He couldn’t get them up past his thighs. One pair he remembered being a size too big. He couldn’t get it up passed his butt, jerking on the jeans.<br/><br/>“Come on, baby, come on!” he begged until his pants rungs ripped. “Fuck!”<br/><br/>Sweat pants it was. Sweat pants, XL T-shirt that was looking more like a<em>smedium</em>on him, and a maroon hoodie completed his outfit. With his Kitchen Terminology book in his hand, Bence briskly went on his way to class. He kept his hood up so as not to draw attention and he wore his black-framed glasses. They weren’t glasses that he normally wore. He just wore them whenever the projector was across the room. Strangely…they were hurting his eyes. He removed them from his face, glaring down at them before he slipped them into his hoodie pocket. Shit, hopefully, his day would pause for an hour once he got to class.<br/><br/>(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjQwLmUxMTQxNC5TMmwwWTJobGJpQlVaWEp0YVc1dmJHOW5lUSwsLjAA/flicker-demo.regular.png)<br/><br/>There was a magical thing that happened every time Bence went to terminology class. It was whenever his professor, Professor Lapere opened his boring-ass mouth, instantly Bence fell asleep. He had clocked out so fast that he didn’t even know when it happened. Snoring softly, the student was leaned back in his chair, head hanging back with his glasses on his face—he didn’t know why he gave them another shot. His chest rose and fell, the white Nike shirt clinging to his pectorals and abs as though it were kid size. His sweatpants were just hanging off his ass, giving a few girls a look at his plaid boxers.<br/><br/>There were a few girls in class actually checking him out. They hadn’t noticed him before…they had been in class together for an entire month and it had been the first time that they actually took notice of Bence.<br/><br/>“Bence fell asleep in class again,” Ashley whispered to Jen.<br/><br/>“I know. You think Professor Lapere is going to notice?”<br/><br/>“How can he<em>not</em>notice? He’s snoring.”<br/><br/>“Ash…is it just me but…was Bence…”<br/><br/>“I know he’s hot!”<br/><br/>“Sh, sh, sh! No; but…yes, wait, was he always that way?”<br/><br/>“I don’t know. I never really paid much attention to him. He was always the sleeper.”<br/><br/>“We should wake him up before the professor sees him.”<br/><br/>Jen started balling up pieces of paper that she started to flick at the sleeping student’s face. The ball struck the corner of his eye, causing it to twitch.<br/><br/>“Do it again!” Ash encouraged.<br/><br/>Jen flicked another ball that struck the side of his head and Bence immediately sat up in his chair in a start.<br/><br/>“Welcome back to the land of the living Mr. Marconi,” said Professor Lapere.<br/><br/>“Oh shit, he noticed him!” Jen cursed.<br/><br/>“Rôti, what does it mean Mr. Marconi?”<br/><br/>Bence rubbed at his neck. It was feeling sore after his last sleeping position.<br/><br/>“It means how I’m feelin’ right now,” he muttered, causing his class to break out into giggles.<br/><br/>“Mr. Marconi, if you aren’t going to take this class seriously, then perhaps you should leave?”<br/><br/>Bence grabbed his book and rose out of his seat. “That’s not a bad idea. I’m not droppin’ out or nothin’. I just…I just need to go handle somethin’.”<br/><br/><em>How ‘bout you go handle that smedium shirt!? Gwah hah!</em><br/><br/>Bence sneered over at the kid as he was walking out.<br/><br/>“Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, shut the fuck up,” he muttered as he walked out of class. Mr. Lapere watched him leave, frowning in contemplation at how the student was dressed. He did seem a little bigger than what he last remembered.<br/><br/>Removing his glasses, Bence tucked them away inside his hoodie and raised a hand before his face to spare them from the sun. The sun was feeling a little brighter than usual.<br/><br/><em>I need to go back to sleep</em>, he figured. Last night must have been catching up to him. A dark figure approached him and Bence frowned a little as he tried to figure it out. Was it a girl? He noticed the legs…Hell yeah it was a girl. When she passed him, he waited a few seconds before he looked over his shoulder at her legs and ass.<br/><br/><em>Mm, dat ass dough,</em>he thought with a shameless smirk quirking on his face.