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"Hey," I could hear it but tried to ignore it favoring the comfort of my sleep. "hey, idiot, get up." Again, that voice, sharp and short, masculine and somewhat close. That's when I felt a quick yank, a hefty 'thud' and I was on the ground, flat on my face.

"Can I help you?" I grumbled, my face still firmly planted in the plush carpeting, it was soft and some vague shade of grey. Rolling over I took a look around and to my surprise I didn't see any one. I sprung upright, twisting to look for my assailant who was nowhere to be seen, the room was just I'd seen yesterday a pair of bunks, a single bed un-made and messy, clean floor, small foot lockers at the end of the bunks, a pair of desks opposite the door but no one.

"Ugh, idiot." I heard, jumping near out of my skin as a tall lizard man appeared in-front of me. He was a dull orange with aqua lines running across his face and three horns, one on his nose and two atop his head. He was dressed in a droopy black V-neck and dark blue jeans, an abundance of beads and wristbands adorned his wrist and a small green alien head medallion hung from his neck on a black cord. The lizard stood, hands in his pockets, lent ever so slightly back and looking down at me. "I'm Leon, you're bunking with me, we're roommates so collect your crap and we'll head over." Leon said, looking away, I think down at my bag that spilled across the floor in my lackadaisical flop on the bunk last night. "I'll wait outside, just, hurry up. Please." The chameleon stepped out, as he promised, and I scooped up my stuff, slipping it all back into my backpack, slinging the bad over my shoulder and stepping out into the hallway.

"Hey, we didn't really get a formal introduction," I said, holding out my hand toward Leon. "my name's Elliott, its nice too..." Leon walked past me, ignoring the gesture and taking off like there was a fire.

"Don't care, don't really want to care. Hey Walt." The chameleon stomped, I followed trying to match his pace, waving at the tired looking owl from last night. Outside I noticed it was still pretty dark, maybe daybreak, the sky a radiant, deep purple as the warmth of the sun heated up the sky above. Once outside Leon lit a cigarette and proceeded to push straight right from the buildings entrance, toward a multi-level building. A smaller building, compared to those around it, smooth stone painted a dark brown that reminded me of the forests back home. From outside I could tell it was a dorm, windows and balconies dotting the outside with a few rare occupants out and about.

Leon pushed me through the front entrance, his cig either put out or finished, I wasn't paying attention. He carted me back to a room in a far corner of the building's first floor, fishing a key from his pocket and unlocking the door. Inside the room I was buffeted by the smell of burning incense and a delicate dried paint smell, not what I expected but nice enough. The small room was clean, two beds, one adorned with a gorgeously woven, white fleece blanket. It was clear what side of the room belonged to Leon, a messy desk with craft supplies, posters of bands Elliott couldn't identify, delicately folded clothing ready for a drawer or cubby. Everything seemed to have a place it belonged and nothing really out of sort.

"That's your bed." Leon said, pointing to the full bed opposite his own. "Do what you'd like with it but just keep your mess contained. I have a few rules, volume control is important, keep it down I'm an art student and I need focus. Two, no girls, or boys, or whatever, I don't need your filth happening in here, take it somewhere else. Lastly, try not to be stupid, nice and simple, you got all that?"

I could tell Leon was not the type to play games so I just nodded and walked over to the desk at the end of my bed and started unpacking. Clothes first, folded and placed in a small dresser on the other side of the bed, then my books, mostly fiction classics from home. I sorted them and stored them in the desk. Next, I pulled out my supplies, a leather-bound journal, a handful of pencils and other small supplies. I dumped out the rest of my bag onto the desk, the rest of its contents, a couple maps, a few charms from home and some spare coin, landing softly on the wood surface. The last thing to flutter out was the small packet from the stranger yesterday, I blushed as I swept it up in my hand and recounted my "eventful" dream from last night. It was then I finally realized how filthy I was and needed a shower.

Leon, had already taken off so I grabbed some supplies and walked out of the dorm room. I looked around for anyone that might be awake and willing to help. The hall was mostly vacant save for a tall horse at the end of the hall who was looking at a bulletin board. I walked down towards him finally get close enough to identify him better. The horse was an older man, maybe late-twenties, with gray fur and a white muzzle. He was wearing a flannel shirt with dark jeans and a wide brimmed hat, which was a little unusual being indoors, and a scarf of similar color and pattern to his shirt.

"Hello," I said, reaching up to tap his shoulder and he turned around, smile across his face greeting me. "uh, could you point me towards the showers, I'm a little turned around."

"Sure, it's right down that a 'way" He had a slight accent as he pointed me down to the opposite end of the hall. "if you go around that corner and follow the left rooms it's the very last door." He smiled down at me and, especially after my Luke-warm welcome, it was nice to find someone semi-friendly.

"Thanks, uh..." I said scratching the fuzz on the back of my neck. "it would seem I never actually caught your name."

"Basil Thomas Cordova II, most opt for Cordova, I'm just down the hall so if ya need anythin' just come and ask." The horse said, waving his hand back down the way I came before returning to the bulletin board.

I headed back down the hall Cordova sent me down and, although it took me a few minutes, I finally found the dorm showers ducking in to the room. I stripped out of my clothes, a simple blue hoodie with jeans, I didn't wear underwear, it was just uncomfortable to me. Placing the clothes in the locker, I grabbed a towel and my utilities heading into the actual shower where I was met with a surprise.

Three men were already in the shower, I could vaguely recognize one, the jackal from the market yesterday, but the other two were unknown. The surprise came from what they were doing, the jackal sat on a bench, stroking along his length, tip to knot, pure ecstasy across his face, one black eye peaking at the show the other two were giving. The other two, one a large brown bear and the other a petite tiger, were going down, the bear was lying back on the floor as the tiger rode his cock, a vigorous rhythm already in place. I could feel myself blush, and then I heard the silky-smooth voice grace my ears, sultry and slow.

"Care to join us?"