Troy was used to waking up early mornings; he'd gone on enough morning runs for it. Sometimes, he managed to sleep in on Saturday mornings -- but this Saturday morning was a bit different than many of his have been.

He awoke slowly, his arm protectively, possessively, across naked chest; he nuzzled Sky's neck. "Morning," he said, softly.

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Troy closed the door behind him most of the way as he got back to his room; he'd just had a shower after getting back from an afternoon run, and so was just in a pair of shorts with a towel across his shoulders.

He tossed his toiletries bag onto his bed and went to rummage through his closet for a shirt.

[Expecting the no-longer-a-sparkle-ball ( Read more... )

After meeting up with Sky in his room and deciding to come back to 402 -- as A.J. was gone on the Mexico trip -- Troy lead the way, closing (and locking) the door behind them after they were both in the room. "... So..." he began, suddenly a bit nervous. "... I guess..." But then, suddenly, he moved forward to pull Sky into a fierce, passionate ( Read more... )

Troy woke up slowly, and, glancing at the clock, bolted out of bed. "OH MY GOD I'VE GOT CLASS!" he exclaimed, dashing around, throwing on clothes, grabbing his bag, stopping at his computer just to double-check his email for any class-related announcements ( Read more... )

Troy was on his bed, humming under his breath while paging through a copy of Rosenstern and Guildencrantz Have Died. No reason to be humming, really. And there wasn't a little box wrapped up beside him, in case someone dropped by -- or until he gave up and went looking for him. Of course there wasn't.

[Door's open, post is open!]

Troy was out for an evening run, pushing himself further and further, making his way through the preserve on longer and longer winding paths, sometimes making paths of his own ( Read more... )

"Good," Link said, as he closed the door behind him and his companion. "We have the room to ourselves." Turning, he said, "I wasn't sure if the girl who was here this morning would be here or not. ... Actually, I think I saw her back in that lounge area. Anyway. Enough about girls."

[For the... companion. Not Companion. ... Probably What was I ( Read more... )

"Nnngh," Link moaned, as he started to wake up. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with an unfamiliar room -- not an uncommon sight, really, in the mornings.

It was, however, the first time he remembered waking up in unfamiliar surroundings alone. Usually, the producer, agent, or casting director wanted to cuddle or something in the mornings. ... Or ( Read more... )

After the Conversation of Awkward of the previous night, Troy had felt a little more comfortable being around the room. He was, in fact, there currently, leaning back on his bed and launching the foam basketball into the little hoop in such a way that it would go through, bounce, and come back to him every time ( Read more... )

Troy got back into the room and tossed his duffel bag onto his bed before collapsing beside it. "I never want to go back home to my parents again," he moaned -- not that he'd even noticed if A.J. was in the room to hear him.

[OOC: For the roomie.]