What was he doing? Oh no. He really shouldn’t do that again. Surely, he was lettng him live with him even after all the problems with him. Even after he broke again his promises to himself. So now... Cooney was hiding behind a wall. His eyes directed at the other while he was not really sure why he was doing this? “God damn...” he was murmuring. His eyes dropping to the floor slowly. Quinn was with his friends. He didn’t want to interrupt him. He needed his freedom at the moment, right? Even then he couldn’t leave him alone. What if someone got hurt and Cooney needed to step in? Even when he needed to go to his next lecture.

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Oh my God. I can’t believe I did that. Antony thought as he kept walking away quickly.

After a long week of multiple tests, Aatto went out to the nearby club to just drink, dance, and try to relax from all of the stress. A few drinks in and Aatto was beyond the familiar buzz, but not quite too drunk yet. Another drink and he would be there. But before that, he saw an incredibly good looking man at the bar. Moseying his way over, Aatto stood next to him and bumped his shoulder some. "Hey hot stuff, haven't seen you here before," he said with a grin. The man looked familiar, but right now his mind couldn't tell where from. @smutanon69

Aatto smiled up at Quinn and blushed some from the mans words. "I never wanted anyone else to hear them. I just wanted to go home faster and have you all to myself again," he replied back and ran a hand through his hair. @smutanon69

        The redhead seemed to study the proffered hand a moment, before taking it; his leather clad hand was rather warm in the other’s grip.  One might almost think him feverish, but it was such a dry heat around him.  “The name’s Axel.  Commit it to memory...”  He let go and put his hands on his hips.  “Or don’t.  Up to you, Quinn.”