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[Tobias Decious]

Late late late late late!

If that son of a bitch made him late one more time, he was going to burn dinner and deny him for a week. Mind you that was more of a punishment for both as opposed for just Gunnar but he had to learn that raging sex at 3 am was not accepable for a student!

Looking around, having simply strolled up, he sighed heavily. Taking a long drag of his Virginia Slim cigarette and exhaling a long breath of smoke, he extinguished the death stick, adjusted his shirt collar and ran a hand through his gorgeous blond hair.

It was good to be beautiful. He knew it and any girl who came in contact with him, usually was dazzled for a moment before his obvious sexuality beamed through brighter than a carebear stare. Anywho.

He stepped into the building and stretched, "So which way to the office?"

[Tobias Decious]

Having found the office, gotten his schedule and found several gentlemen who he'd be visting again- God that prinicpal was a hot, hot man. Taking a moment, he exhaled his usual air of small frustration. He was surrounded by fit men who made his blood boil- and most certainly not in a bad way but not in a way that was preferrable to Gunnar- had he been there.

Tobias was a devoted lover, but there was nothing wrong with looking- or flirting at that. Gunnar loved sending him out to bring home someone adorible but what the hell was he thinking about?! He had to find his class which was...home economics...

"Gunnar, you asshole!"

He turned around and sighed, walking for the door and crossing his arms, then fumbling for a cigarette as he stepped out the door. Lighting it and taking a long drag and he sighed and exhaled a huge plume of smoke, "Might as well skip that class and wait for the next. Honestly me cooking- I'm not Martha Stewart!"

[Tobias Decious]

He was fuming, facing away from the world looking at a ladybug with such rage, perhaps the little thing would burn into a small pile of ash. But at the sound of this new voice that sent not only a chill of fear of spine but a shiver to his unmentionable regions. He swallowed his smoke, exhaling expertly though his nose, turned around and big bright blue eyes stared up at this God among men. He almost blushed as, even though they were threatening, words passed through those lips as it dawned up him-

Bend me over and make me cry 'Daddy', you tall drink of water! By God above...it's a seven foot Gunnar.

Red hair, semi- pouty lips, tall, gorgeous. And he was the very instructor he was going to ditch out on. Never again would he take Martha Stewart's name in vain, especially if it produced men like this. Tobias would learn to cook and he would learn to cook well and..dear God he hadn't said a word back in nearly a whole minute. So in his own

"I would never dream of skipping a class, Sir," he offered a grand smile of beautiful straight white teeth, "I'm simply so new I was hoping a knight in shining armor would wander my way and show me where my class is. Seems I've lucked out, "he took a drag- blew the smoke away the wind catching it and taking it to some distant land, "and ran into the Lord of the roost I'm to be in."

[Tobias Decious]

Tobias's nose picked up instantly on the scent, sending his usually sharp mind into a tizzy. He was allergic to roses- much to Gunnar's dismay. He rubbed his nose for a moment, taking a final ong drag, enjoying his last bit of cancer for a bit- at least until lunch or his next break. The roses..tt was hard for Gunnar, being romantic without them- daisies and lilies just don't have the same effect as a trail of roses or simply giving one at random. Though on the plus he was a great lay..and very sweet..and occaisionally controlling. Feh. Who was he kidding? Gunnar was the man of his dreams- though Tobias had an inkling that his dreams were going to rather sweeter for the next few weeks. "Oop, don't leave me behind. I'll never find the class if you do."

Extinguishing his cigarette, he exhaled a long final plume of smoke and followed the instructor. Running a hand through his hair, letting long golden bangs settle and frame his heart shaped face. He had promised to be on his best behavior- though that usually meant no fighting- Gunnar never did mind the idle conversation and the lightest of flirting, even if Tobias had a small habit of over doing it at times.

"I have to admit. I'm not much good around the kitchen- slightly accident prone with cutlery and all. I suppose my honey's tired of cooking or ordering out."