# Dorm Downtime

Author: TheNeutralOoze
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#3 of Elliot's Worlds

Elliot's still new in the city and may need a little help getting accustomed to his new home. If you enjoy please leave a fave and if you have any notes leave a comment, both help to shape my future content. <3

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

"Can I help you?"&nbsp; I grumbled, my face still firmly planted in the plush carpeting, it was soft and some vague shade of grey.&nbsp; Rolling over I took a look around and to my surprise I didn't see any one.&nbsp; 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."&nbsp; I heard, jumping near out of my skin as a tall lizard man appeared in-front of me.&nbsp; He was a dull orange with aqua lines running across his face and three horns, one on his nose and two atop his head.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The lizard stood, hands in his pockets, lent ever so slightly back and looking down at me.&nbsp; "I'm Leon, you're bunking with me, we're roommates so collect your crap and we'll head over."&nbsp; Leon said, looking away, I think down at my bag that spilled across the floor in my lackadaisical flop on the bunk last night.&nbsp; "I'll wait outside, just, hurry up.&nbsp; Please."&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "my name's Elliott, its nice too..."&nbsp; Leon walked past me, ignoring the gesture and taking off like there was a fire.

"Don't care, don't really want to care.&nbsp; Hey Walt."&nbsp; The chameleon stomped, I followed trying to match his pace, waving at the tired looking owl from last night.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Once outside Leon lit a cigarette and proceeded to push straight right from the buildings entrance, toward a multi-level building.&nbsp; A smaller building, compared to those around it, smooth stone painted a dark brown that reminded me of the forests back home.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The small room was clean, two beds, one adorned with a gorgeously woven, white fleece blanket.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Everything seemed to have a place it belonged and nothing really out of sort.

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

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.&nbsp; Clothes first, folded and placed in a small dresser on the other side of the bed, then my books, mostly fiction classics from home.&nbsp; I sorted them and stored them in the desk.&nbsp; Next, I pulled out my supplies, a leather-bound journal, a handful of pencils and other small supplies.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; I looked around for anyone that might be awake and willing to help.&nbsp; The hall was mostly vacant save for a tall horse at the end of the hall who was looking at a bulletin board.&nbsp; I walked down towards him finally get close enough to identify him better.&nbsp; The horse was an older man, maybe late-twenties, with gray fur and a white muzzle.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "if you go around that corner and follow the left rooms it's the very last door."&nbsp; He smiled down at me and, especially after my Luke-warm welcome, it was nice to find someone semi-friendly.

"Thanks, uh..."&nbsp; I said scratching the fuzz on the back of my neck.&nbsp; "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."&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; I stripped out of my clothes, a simple blue hoodie with jeans, I didn't wear underwear, it was just uncomfortable to me.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; I could feel myself blush, and then I heard the silky-smooth voice grace my ears, sultry and slow.

"Care to join us?"

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