#ucfverse

[maheafuckyou]

Danny, I think I know why I never come to your room, outside of the roommates thing. Are those... is that a 'magical girl' anime?

[ maybe those wall scrolls weren't the smartest purchase. ]

[maheafuckyou]

Hello (ucf)

1. First impression:

That hot guy can't be my mentor.

2. Truth is:

That hot guy is totally more than my mentor.

3. How old do you look:

You're a grad student.

4. Have you ever made me laugh:

You don't give your sense of humor enough credit.

5. Have you ever made me mad:

Not much, actually.

6. Best feature:

That damn tongue.

7. Have I ever had a crush on you:

Uh. Yeah.

8. You’re my:

...

9. Name in my phone:

Nahoa

[maheafuckyou]

That much grease isn't what werewolves usually eat, Danny. You're ruining my diet...

     ...I tagged it 'cheat day'?

[maheafuckyou]

"I hope so..." Derek answered, waiting until Danny was settled to continue. "I have something to tell you, but it's probably better if I just show you. You're not in any danger so... as long as you trust me... then this'll be fine." He watched the younger man's face, the curiousity, listened to the way a tiny bit of apprehension picked up his heartbeat. Choosing to be slow about it, Derek simply let his red eyes show, at first, then leaned forward in his chair, dropping his head /shift/

[ what. ]

"--are you wearing contacts, or something?"

[ he's not backing away, the idiot; there's still a trust there, something implicit, something given over along with his virginity to the other man, but he's tentative, maybe even leaning away. the moon hit his eyes. is that-- is that hair? sideburns? ]

[maheafuckyou]

Derek sat in the corner of his room, near the bed, the desk chair tucked into the corner so Danny could easily see him, but so he wouldn't feel trapped. Danny was.. important to him, so no need to panic him if it came to that. "Come sit down, Danny."

The scene definitely wasn't anything like Danny had expected; any urgency implied by the upperclassman usually involved an almost insatiable need for physical contact, which left Danny both exhausted and without complaint. This time, though; the room was almost set up strategically, Derek planting himself against a wall with a wide expanse of room open before him.

     "Is everything alright?"

He asked as he moved across the floor, settling himself on the bed, starting to peel off his shoes.

[maheafuckyou]

[Text] You have no idea [Text] Lock the deadbolt behind you

His eyes were downcast, set on his phone as he crossed the threshold, and he fastened the lock as instructed once inside. He jammed his hand into his pocket, pulling it back empty, eyes roving around the strangely darkened apartment.

                                         "--Derek?"

[maheafuckyou]

[Text] did you /run/? [Text] I can hear you in the hall.

[txt]; maybe. also your hearing is wicked.

[maheafuckyou]

[Text] Let's hope it stays that way [Text] You still have that key I gave you? let yourself in.

[txt]; already in the elevator