Thread: Wolf eat wolf world [ JurassicParts & shitsNgiggles]

Tom's head jerked up at the sound of the bell, eyes opening in a flutter of rapid blinking before he remembered where he was. The bright, too bright, green eyes darted around classroom before he actually let himself roll the stiffness out of his broad shoulders. Didn't look like anyone noticed, or at least noticed enough to care, that he'd fallen asleep. He hadn't been asleep for that long anyway. He could remember the professor's lecture. Some of it at least. Mostly just the start of it. In bits and pieces. He huffed out a laugh as he stretched his arms up over his head as he stood. Well, at least he'd made it to the right classroom. It didn't really matter if he slept through his 'Introduction to the Supernatural Species 101' in the end did it? He still thought it was damn stupid thinking to require him to take it anyway. The class was obviously supposed to be for the human students. He was born and bred in one of the hottest paranormal centers in the world. He was betting that he wouldn't learn a goddamn new factoid all semester. And there was no way in nine hells that they'd cover the strange, aberrant cross-section of classification that he fell into anway. He was perfectly capable of handling himself anyway. Momma'd seen to that right-quick. What was some old-world white lady gonna teach him that he didn't already know? They'd just lump him in with the rest of the dogs anyway. He towered over the other students as he gave his neck muscles a stretch left, right and then back to center. Working out any of the kinks that might have tried to worm their way into his muscles thanks the unfortunate combination of his boring-ass class schedule and jet lag. At this point he should have rightly been over the travel and time change grogginess, but he figured he could probably stretch out the excuse for the rest of the week at least. He could probably come up with something better by that time. Or at least hope that one of his classes was actually interesting enough to merit staying awake. Ha, and of course Dylan was late again. Yeah. Why even show up if there's only 10 freaking minutes left of class? Tom caught the catty lines of conversation from two girls as they walked past his desk on their way out of the room. He grimaced at the high-pitched chatter but followed the flippant gesture that one of them made to the other. That must have been the reason that the professor hadn't caught him dozing, more important people to nag. He laughed to himself when his eyes found the guy that had to be Dylan. He looked exactly like the type that'd be late too. Well, good to know that some things didn't change across an ocean. Shouldering his bag and not having to take the time to put anything back into it since he hadn't even bothered getting a pen and a notebook for this stupid class he worked his way to the aisle from between the line of desks. Easier said than done for someone his size. It was a wonder, really that he'd fit in the desk at all. At least this dumb intro class had enough open seats that he'd been able to find three spots that were unoccupied in the back corner. People tended to get angry if you sat your 6'6 ass in the middle of the first three rows or so. Not that he really cared if anyone could see the board, but it also seemed that the corners of the room were better for catching a quick nap unnoticed too. Students were milling about and taking, of course, for-fucking-ever to get out of the damn room. When he finally shuffled his way through to the back of the room, with the usual amount of 'Is that the american guy?'s and 'Big mother fucker inn't he?'s the Dylan kid was still off in some kind of lala land. High probably. Tom shouldered past the herd once he could make a break for the damn door and some fresh air. When he was within arm's reach of Dylan, which wasn't to say they were all that close, Tom's wingspan was almost as long as he was tall. He clapped the kid on the shoulder and offered a deep, rumbly baritone thanks. Thanks for winning the bad student of the day award. Good luck with the streak. His accent was as distinctive as anything else about him, thick and drawling like no one else's he'd met here, but of course common as anything back home.