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The three of them had a ton of fun that afternoon... oh wait... it's night time already. Meh, what do they care? Anyway, after Tristan and Allen went all cheesy, Brandon was overcome by my boredom that he stood on the table and tackled the two to the ground and the three of them started wrestling.

"Brandon, what the hell are you doing!?" Allen exclaimed, the large crocodile falling to the ground caught completely by surprise.

"This isn't cool! Argh!" Tristan yelled in pain, the Monitor Lizard getting crushed by the big croc as the two fell.

"But I got bored." Brandon moaned as he pinned the two beneath him, the Dragon's tone was that of an innocent child's which greatly irritated Tristan.

"Will the two of you get off me!?" The lizard exclaimed barely able to keep the pain from showing.

Allen, with his immense strength, simply shoved Brandon off of the two of them and stood up to give Tristan some space to breathe. "You alright there?" the croc asked as he reached down to help Tristan up.

Tristan stood up with Allen's help, gasping and panting in pain. "Of course I'm not!" Tristan exclaimed amidst heavy panting. "That buffoon tackled us to the ground and I was crushed by your heavy body!"

"Uh, hello!? I'm not a baboon, I'm obviously a dragon!" Brandon yelled as he stood back up and stood next to the two. "C'mon Tristan, I can't believe you're THIS weak to complain about Allen falling on top of you."

"Still doesn't mean why I can't get mad for being tackled by a brute." Tristan mumbled with bitterness and resentment.

"I'm not a brute, I'm a really childish retard." Brandon said with a teasingly sarcastic grin on his face. "And besides, you two were being corny. I was merely saving you from yourselves."

Tristan's patience was being pushed to the limit, and that was his tipping point. "Why you--"

Tristan's wrath was halted by the sudden laughter of Allen. The big croc's laugh was so loud it would've awoken everyone in the dorm... if there were any. "Ha... oh, Brandon, if you wanted to play you should've just said so." The croc said with a friendly pat at Brandon's shoulder. "Tristan here is also a fighter, aren't you Tristan?" Allen asked with a grin on his face.

"What!?" Tristan exclaimed in surprise. "You just said I couldn't handle Brandon in a fight!"

"That's when Brandon fights you seriously." Allen answered. "Brandon never fights seriously when it's a friendly spar."

"Meh, you two spar if you wish, I'm going to bed." Brandon said with a large yawn, his attitude suddenly shifting from fun and childish into serious and bored.

Brandon walked sleepily back to the bedroom leaving Tristan and Allen to clean up. Allen, acting as though this was routine, started removing the plates from the table and placing them in the sink, fixing the chairs that Brandon had toppled down and cleaning the spill that he had created. Tristan on the other hand, had trouble processing what had happened.

"Is Brandon always like that?" Tristan asked as he stood there staring at Allen cleaning up.

"Only on special days." Allen answered. "Usually he's just the childish type of person. Always hugging me when I get back from football practice, resting his head on my lap when I massage his tail--"

"Wait, hold up," Tristan interrupted. "you massage his tail? Why?"

"What?" Allen asked. "He massages me when I'm sore from practice so it's only fair that I massage his tail when it gets sore."

"Why would it get sore?" Tristan asked.

"I dunno, he doesn't wag it much 'cause it would disturb other people." Allen answered. "Anyway, regarding your confusion of Brandon's sudden shift in attitude, during all other occasions, Brandon's a very serious person. When he gets back here however, he acts all childish and affectionate."

"And, you're not concerned that Brandon may be gay?" Tristan asked.

"What--" Tristan's question startled Allen as he nearly dropped the glass he was holding. "Well... yeah that thought came to mind before but... so what?"

Tristan stared at Allen in bewilderment. "You don't care?" he asked.

"Yeah, why should I?" Allen asked as his answer. "How would his being homosexual affect me in any way?"

"Allen, I knew you're a twat and are slow in terms of understanding things but to not understand this--"

"It's not that I don't know what you're worried about." Allen said cutting Tristan off. "It's just... I don't mind it if he was... gay." Allen's words brought great embarrassment as his face grew bright red and his gaze dropped to the floor.

Tristan stared back at Allen in disbelief, mouth agape. Tristan knew where this was going, he immediately picked up what Allen meant with all this. "Allen... I didn't..."

"No, it's okay." Allen said. "I didn't realize it myself either, not until today."

Tristan didn't think it would come to this. He had anticipated that Allen would back out and deny it but for Allen to accept it and open up... "When did you... 'feel that way'... for Brandon?"

Allen sighed as he slowly sat down on a chair. "I dunno... I guess it just happened along the way."

"Does he know?" Tristan asked.

Allen shook his head. "No... I don't think so." He answered.

"When will you tell him?" Tristan asked. "I mean, maybe he feels the same way. Especially since he acts so gay towards you."

"He acts 'gay' towards all his friends." Allen replied. "It's his way of keeping the bond strong. He lets his friends dominate him, do with him in almost any way they can while all he'll do is laugh it off."

"That seems really stupid." Tristan said. "And he's really okay with that?"

"It was his decision." Allen answered. "Friendships are the most important things in Brandon's life, he'd do anything to keep the bonds of friendship intact. And you should know that most of the people today are a little aggressive with their friends, teasing each other and even hurting them sometimes. Brandon endures all of those just to keep them close to his heart."

"Wow... I didn't realize." Tristan said, slowly sitting down as guilt washed over and overwhelmed him. When he entered Allen's room, he had insulted Brandon and accused him of being a fag. Now, realizing how fragile Brandon is... "Hm... I think I hear the wild screams of our fellow students right now." Tristan said averting his attention towards the window.

"Wow, it's like they just burned down a city..." Allen said looking down at the chaos they had caused. "Wait... they did burn down a city."

"Welp, I gotta get to my room before my roommate does." Tristan said as he stood back up. "Wouldn't want him to ruin the place again."

"Then you better run fast 'cause they're coming." Allen mumbled, staring in amazement at all the feral creatures (the other students are anthros, they were referred to as feral due to their savagery)

Tristan was just about to hurry out of the room but he stopped abruptly at the entrance. "Allen..." he called out.

"Yeah?" Allen responded looking back at Tristan.

"Can you... apologize to Brandon for me?" Tristan asked. "For being rude when I first entered and all..."

Allen gave Tristan a sympathetic smile and a nod. "I understand. Now go, the others will be here shortly."

And with that, Tristan hurries down to his room as Allen locks the door, keeping the wild party creatures away.