Leona seems like the type to get up in the morning and get ready to take a shower, only for a tiny weight to slip out from between his buttocks, that being a person he’d shrunken down and dropped down the back of his pants the day before for one reason or another, and simply forgot to set free before going to bed.. and depending on if they’re still alive or not, I could see them either going down his gullet, back into his boxers once he’s done showering, or maybe set free if he’s feeling nice.
The sunrise stretched its gilded rays across the pocket of the world Savanaclaw Dorm inhabited with a quiescent lethargy. From room to room, hall to hall, beastmen and non alike began to awaken. They shuffled about, first one by one, then a couple at a time, through their morning routines, readying themselves for the day’s studies and activities. Unsurprisingly, among the last to be roused by the solar beams spearing through his window was a certain half-lion, lounging in an untidy sprawl across his bed. His lower half was veiled by the bedsheets. His upper half was bare, leaving his naked belly exposed to the warm light; as it pooled across his stomach, he scratched it in his sleep, a low rumble seeming to echo through the room. It wasn’t till the sunshine dared to tickle the scar that gashed itself across his left eye that the rumble became an aggravated growl. Then, two emerald eyes - dimly smoldering like green lantern-lights in the fading shadows of the intensifying morning - fluttered open. Leona Kingscholar hissed softly, fangs bared as he scrubbed at his eyes and slowly sat up in bed. He glared at the dawn outside as if the morning glow itself were the source of every single thing wrong in his entire life. “Grrrrmph…what time is it?” he grumbled, and reached across to his nightstand, where his mobile phone was plugged in and resting. A glance at the time made him groan; far too early for his liking. “Urgh…and on a Monday, too…first class is Trein’s…” Leona trailed off in his griping as a yawn rolled through his body. He stretched his arms up and outwards, jaws opening wide to reveal a glistening chasm of tongue and teeth which were feared by all his prey. His abs tightened, and as his back let out a pop that might have been mistaken for a firecracker burst, an airy sort of burp billowed up from his empty belly, followed by a whining gurgle. “BHHHUUUHHHUUURRRP! Blegh…hunger belch,” he grunted, and scratched his stomach again, smacking his lips and grimacing at the sour taste of his own morning breath on his tongue. He licked his teeth and hummed thoughtfully, wondering if he should just get back to sleep for a while longer…but then he remembered that if he slept in TOO long, Ruggie would no doubt come in nagging at him, and he REALLY wasn’t in the mood. He sighed dismally before giving a drowsy sort of shrug and scrubbing at his eyes. “Least I got time for some breakfast this way,” he muttered, running his fingertips along his empty belly. It let out another gurgle, this time almost hopeful sounding in its pitch and quality. He rolled his eyes and smirked to himself. “Needy,” he mumbled, and kicked off his sheets before rising up from his bed.
Leona had gone to bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He carelessly, crudely, crassly gave his buttocks a scratch; the thick padding of his shapely rump jiggled slightly at his touch as he then began to walk towards the private bathroom of his dorm room. As he walked, he could have sworn he felt something tickling or itching right between the plump, juicy cheeks - thickened and toned in equal proportion by a combination of meat-eating and athletic activity. And a bit sweaty, given the natural heat of the atmosphere, and the fact Leona had not showered the evening before. After the previous day’s Spelldrive Tournament, the notoriously lazy lion was wiped out, and had retired to bed without a jot of care for all the grime built up. He’d wash it off in the morning, he figured…and he was about to do so now. With each step, Leona felt the “something” intensify; there was an undeniable solidity, a weight, to it. Halfway to the bathroom, he sneered and reached back to adjust his boxers, wondering if perhaps some fabric had gotten stuck back there… …Then paused and blinked as he felt the unmistakable sensation of something fall past his boxer lining and hit a rug on the ground. “What in Hades…?” Leona turned around, confused beyond belief…and soon saw the offending cause. Lying on the ground, inches from his bare right heel, was a body. A tiny, TINY body; barely three inches tall, but decidedly human. Kingscholar’s eyes widened…then a drab sort of look painted his face. “Oh, right,” he drawled dryly. “I forgot I shoved you back there yesterday morning, Herbivore…”