[PRP] Back in the Saddle [Tor/JD]

[Ravvlet]

It had been a while since a certain blue skinned abomination to student kind demon had roamed the halls of Amity. After all of the PR (most of it awful) that he'd garnered, his label pulled him, fired his manager, and put him through an intensive "attitude adjustment" program.

It hadn't helped much.

And so, with an appreciable amount of reluctance, they released the artist formerly known as Johnny Danger back into the wilds.

His first act on this, the dawn of his new-found freedom, was to get completely lost in the dorms. Had there been this many students before? He had no idea. He hadn't exactly paid attention to much beyond skirt length and neckline depth.

Eventually, he spied what appeared to be a very petite ghoul doing, well -

Who cared? It was a ghoul. There was only one thing to do.

He sauntered up, and he delivered.

JD rocked back on his heels, waiting expectantly.

SwordOfTheDarkOnes

u asked for this

 

[SwordOfTheDarkOnes]

Ravvlet

Torsten was looking over the class listings. Trying to figure out which one he wanted to go to. Seemed as if most were open for students to just join in whenever. As the small dragon thought, his tail waved and curled around him to reflect the calm mind. As he chewed on his bottom lip seeing a few he wanted to go to. He heard a decidely male voice speak.

Torsten froze, his tail stopped moving and he looked up at the wall. Did...he just..."Babe" ...oh Torsten knew that was a slang term. A crude slang term.

FOR.

A.

GIRL.

It was a five second delay before Torsten slowly turned around. Knowing his yukata top was open enough you could see his flat chest the male glared up at the other.

"Even if I was female. Taking a crude, arrogant jerk like you home would have my Mother reevaluating her raising methods. Who in the seven hells are you?"

Screw formality and introducing himself first. This guy started off on the wrong foot.

Never call Torsten a girl.  

[Ravvlet]

Whoa, man, that chick wasn't even wearing a shir-

Oh. Oh.

JD looked a little crestfallen, but quickly rallied.

"I dunno guy, how bodacious is your mom? Because I'm just sayin', she'd probably be totes jellin'." Then he sighed heavily at the next question, but perked up as he dug into his back pocket. "Dude, I got somethin' that can answer that question," he replied languidly.

He handed over what looked like the case to a very questionable videogame.

It had been his PR's last ditch attempt to continue to milk cash from the fast-fading Danger legacy. They'd ordered him to hand out as many advance copies as possible.

He was just doing his duty.  

[SwordOfTheDarkOnes]

Ravvlet

Torsten did take the game, tilting his head he looked it over. "What are you? A low grade porn star?" it was blunt but come on...that cover? Seriously! He did slip it into his bag then looked back up at the other male. "Okay, different questions. Same goal. What year are you? What classes are you taking? Do you know how to navigate this stupid place?"

Torsten grumbled as he looked at the school map. He...hated maps.