[center][h2][color=black]Edward Carter[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
[indent]Edward finally found his room, and taking the keys to the door, unlocked it and stepped inside. It was rather dark; the lights were off, and the only source of illumination was from the setting sun that from outside. He admired the view for a moment, before stepping aside and looking for his things.

Interestingly enough, when he found them, he found that the luggage next to his was open and clothes were already hanging from the wardrobe, though he couldn't tell what they were in the dark. Interesting, it looked like his roommate was already here. He wondered what he was like.

With the sun setting, that meant that the evening welcome party would start in a few hours; Edward decided that now would be a good time to get some sleep. He'd much rather be awake for a party after all.

Edward stripped off his shirt and dumped it on top of his luggage. Yawning, the young man walked towards his bed, and proceeded to get his pants off too - like a true blue Brit, he usually slept in his birthday suit. Though he didn't used to before, it became a habit after Matthew took him under his home; something about being able to sleep without clothes on [i]without[/i] being cold sparked something in him, after years of shivering on the streets in tattered rags.

He stopped, however, when he caught sight of a [i]certain[/i] someone on the bed just opposite to his.

Apparently fast asleep and completely unguarded, was Lily. The dragon girl beheld her glorious and impressive figure, in a posture that laid herself bare in her entirety for him to see. Her choice of clothes was no less provocative; a sleeveless white dress that ended just above her knees, ensuring that there was no possible way for her panties [i]not[/i] to be seen, not with the way her legs were spread. Not to mention her armpits on display; he didn't have that fetish before but he might be willing to change his mind!

He stood there for what seemed an eternity, his face impressively impassive despite the chaos raging in his mind. 

Pulling up his pants, he walked silently out of the room. Once he was outside, he looked at the room number, and found that, no, he was not mistaken. This was his room. Naturally, he came to the conclusion that Lily was in the wrong one. Now [i]that[/i] was a problem. He couldn't just wake her up and tell her that; from what he could tell, the girl would most likely blow up on him if he did. At the same time however, he wanted to [i]sleep[/i].

Of course, he also thought that it wasn't [i]that[/i] much of a problem. Assuring himself that this was indeed the right place, and he should have every right to sleep in it, he entered the room once more. On the way inside, he picked his trench coat off the ground, and carefully used it to cover Lily, hopefully without waking her up. Naturally, his next course of action was jump on his own bed, shirtless and careless, and sleep anyway.

Because even a really hot chick lying exposed not two feet away from him was going to get in the way of his sleep.[/indent]

[@Hammerman]