Round Two | action, Quad

[werepanther]

[It's late at night - close to curfew - and Tom's sitting on the grass in the Quad. Beer bottle in hand, he counts the stars before chugging down another sip or two. There's actually a lot of things wrong with this picture: for one thing? Tom's still on alcoholic probation. As in, he's not supposed to touch the stuff.

Yet he did. And he's currently on his second bottle. Crap.

Tom's not really one for talking - especially when he's in werekitty form - so he won't notice people right away. Still, it's a little hard to miss a 6' tall werepanther casually chugging beer like there's no tomorrow. He looks up at the sky again, double-checks the number of stars, and then... takes another sip.

So much for upholding his promises.]

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[werepanther]

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Marco? [he's a superhero, so his logic immediately jumps to the right conclusion for once.] Oh god, don't tell me. You're that Cadet I met over the BBS?

[fierybluebird]

[Oops. He generally doesn't like giving himself away so obviously. Of course, it's sort of moot here since everyone knows him, and even more moot back home since he's infamous and has one of the biggest bounties in the world there. STILL, that kind of makes him terrible at being a secret agent. So he's just wandering around in a circle, flapping wings and cooing incomprehensibly.

Really. That kind of answer could mean whatever you want it to mean.]

[werepanther]

[Trust Tom: he's not going to spill this secret. Especially since he doesn't want to admit that he just called an adult "little guy" and might've almost segued into baby talk. How embarrassing.

So... yeah, he's convinced himself it was because he drank too much. His only response is to completely guzzle down the remnants of his bottle.]

[fierybluebird]

[That's okay, Marco still hasn't figured out which professor the giant panther is supposed to be. Since none of his teachers come to class like that. So he's going back to pretending to be just a bird. FAR less embarrassing.]

[werepanther]

[You know what? Tom's going to stand up, take one look at the bird, and declare it a lost cause.] That's it. I'm clearly on something tonight.

See you around... if you're even real and I just didn't imagine it...

[one skeptical look, and he is OUTTA THERE]

[fierybluebird]

[Poor Tom, if he ever even brings it up to Marco!human, he'll just pretend that nothing happened and that Tom is in fact crazy. All for the lulz.]