<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Atomic Density of Sealing Wax"</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img2-ak.lst.fm/i/u/770x0/170aebbb4227403d8c9778599a42051c.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Elijah Montero<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Hallway, Gottwald Center of Sciences | 9/2/16 3:45PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antonie Jepson  <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/>Elijah wasn't much one for a walk or even a strut around campus. Hell no. He had far too much pent up energy for that. So, with that in mind, he careened around the corner for the Biology Labs and didn't so much as catch a glimpse of tall, dark and lanky before he crashed into him head on. Fuck! That was going to leave a few bruises. Limbs entangled, rucksack contents strewn about, he'd made quite the study material mess. <br/><br/><strong>"Fuck, man... let me get that."</strong><br/><br/>Reaching to shuffle the scattered papers into a presentable pile, it was only when his left arm made its own sweep that he glanced up to catch two impossibly blue eyes staring back at him, their legs still all.. entwined. Christ on a cracker, he was fuckable.<br/><br/>No. He hadn't been reformed yet. He was never GOING to be reformed. It was a lost cause. Now, if he could just get the faculty to see that, he'd be golden.<br/><br/></span></span><br/>