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[FUCK.]

[Make a mental note you dumbass, trees seem a lot less high up when you're on the ground, once you're in the bloody thing it's a different story.]

[You're Tavros, and you are now stuck in a tree on campus. You've been up there for probably 3 hours now, trying not to look at the ground, trying to look like you WANT to be up there for the rest of your life. You're cool, everything is cool. You never look near the ground, ever....

Ever ever ever. But, that is because winners never look down, they just look up, to the amazing goals they have set in the future. Yeah, and that shaking in your hands? That's just from anticipation. Of course.]

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[DEAD PAN STARE.]

W..w..what!?

There's two ways you're going down: either you climb onto my back and we jump or I cast Float on you. Which one do you want?

[Tavros > Contemplate options, hit this guy in the face.]

[You DO contemplate your options, but, this guy is trying to help you, and as much as you HATE taking help from others, you kind of need it right now... so don't hit the guy, sheesh.]

How do you suppose I get on y-you back? Stand up on the fuckin' branch?

It's strong enough to support us both. [Hmmm, looks like this kid's too terrified to try it, so maybe he should try something different.] Or I could carry you down in my arms. Whichever works for you.

[Eye twitch. Heeeell no. Tavros takes in a deep breath, sliding a hand across the branch from where it had been clenching, to the trunk of the tree and does his best to try and stand up...]

[And.]

[Nope. He cringes back down, sliding his other hand into his air and cursing continuously under his breath. Finally he manages a few coherent words.]

Okay, okay, f-f-f-fuck. I can't stand up...

[Poor guy. Tom's trying not to look as sympathetic as he feels as he inches over and slowly attempts to scoop the guy up. Oof, he'd forgotten how heavy people are when he's not in werekitty form....

... so he's transforming. The (thankfully quick) process doesn't hurt Tom, but it might startle Tavros as werecat!Tom smoothly jumps down to the ground. Cats always land on their feet, so at least they're not hurt in the process!]

[..W..what? Don't mind him as he just stares at you for a bit before catching himself. AND NOW, he is WAY MORE CONCERNED ABOUT BEING HELD UP AND THE JUMPING.]

[Tavros clings to him hard, eyes squinting shut, and when they hit the ground he scrambles to get out of his grip and kneel down.]

Oh fuck..sweet..sweet ground, so horrorshow to see you baby. [He's totally not rubbing his cheek on the grass or anything... no way.]

[Tom'll completely deny seeing anything later! It doesn't seem like this guy wants to talk about it, either...]

Sorry if it was rough. I'd kind of forgotten how much lighter things're in this form. [AKA "when I'm human, I can't carry crap."]

Yeeaahhh... About that. [He slowly turns, standing up, still shaking a little. But he had to push that back, man. No fear...right.]

What the fuck are ya?

Werepanther. [Sheepish shrug] Basically, I'm a guy who can transform into... this whenever I want. 'Cept I prefer not to, considering the kind of world we live in.

...Right. [Stare.]

Shit's pretty premium, not gonna lie. I think it's wicked sweet. [He smiles, giving him a thumbs up.]

There other kind of, 'were' things? Another other panther peeps muckin' about the campus I mean?

Thanks. [when he grins as widely as he does - with all his teeth too! - he really doesn't look as menacing as one'd hope.]

Don't think so. I mean, there's other species, like werewolves, but I've been the only one here for a while.

A species? Hn, gotta say only books tell of that shit, but with the things my peepers have swallowed up since being here, I'm barely finding myself surprised anymore. [He stands, taking a deep breath and nodding to his company.]

Tav's the name, and you my fine and dandy bloke?

[Tom's too polite to state the obvious: trolls like Tavros don't exist in his world either.]

Tom Bronson--but it's Instructor to you, since I teach Boxing in the afternoons. [holds out a paw] Hopefully I'll see you in one of my classes next Quarter?

Ooohh teach, nice to meet ya. And I dunno, boxing isn't something I grabbed onto, but I hope to see ya 'round anyway?

You prolly will. I'll catch you later, kid-- just next time, don't go climbing trees without a friend. It'd save us both a headache. [He waves as he starts to head off--and without even thinking about it, he balls his hand into a fist as he detransforms.

The Boxing Instructor's a show-off and he doesn't even realize it!]

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