"Ah, okay. What kind of class would you go for" Moris asked next. "As for me, I've been thinking of taking a outdoor or another physical class now that I let go of astrology class" he said out loud. He was going to make a decision between the two of the classes they checking out this morning. Stopped walking once he reaches a building on the outskirts of the school grounds. Wipes off some sweat from his forehead then takes off his jacket to wrap around his waist.
Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2018 8:51 pm
Genkawolf
the amazing kitsune
Moris Stealth
"Ah, okay. What kind of class would you go for" Moris asked next. "As for me, I've been thinking of taking a outdoor or another physical class now that I let go of astrology class" he said out loud. He was going to make a decision between the two of the classes they checking out this morning. Stopped walking once he reaches a building on the outskirts of the school grounds. Wipes off some sweat from his forehead then takes off his jacket to wrap around his waist.
“ i was thinking about the same thing i need work out more “ he then paised and after thinking for a few seconds snapped his fingers “ maybe join a swim team” he said
"He needs to work out? At least I won't feel like the odd one out about getting more exercise. Guess this walk about could be a but of exercise too" he thought while looking over the building. He flinches a little when his boyfriend snaps his fingers. "Swim team? Didn't know the school had a pool let alone sports teams, but I will support you though" he said while letting down at the ground a bit. "Or is it community swim team you're referring to?" he asked Jeffery. Takes a final glance around, "Let's go check out the other class location" he said before walking off to the next location. [exit]
Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 3:36 pm
Genkawolf
the amazing kitsune
Moris Stealth
"He needs to work out? At least I won't feel like the odd one out about getting more exercise. Guess this walk about could be a but of exercise too" he thought while looking over the building. He flinches a little when his boyfriend snaps his fingers. "Swim team? Didn't know the school had a pool let alone sports teams, but I will support you though" he said while letting down at the ground a bit. "Or is it community swim team you're referring to?" he asked Jeffery. Takes a final glance around, "Let's go check out the other class location" he said before walking off to the next location. [exit]
“Im not sure if they do have one if not there might be a community one which i wouldnt mind joining especilly if you’re there to cheer me on “ he said giving the blonde a small smile. Nodding to him he said “ okay lets go “ he said holding the blondes hand and following him out {exit}
Virgil shook his head when he caught the small bit of Spanish at the end of his parting words. He was certain that if he even tried to learn, he would never be able to wrap his mind around the language. His stepped as he reached the area he had originally planned to teach his class, his gaze scanning his surroundings to make sure there was nothing amiss. An actual classroom in the main building might attract more attention, but he was quite content where he was. Digging his keys out of his pocket, he walked over to the building and unlocked it. Aside from cleaning it out and moving a few things around, he hadn’t set foot inside of it since those first two days of his arrival. Back when most of him truly wanted to make a career change and before the doubt that he could live nothing but a violent life had started to return. He was going to prove himself wrong on that account though along with conquering his claustrophobia. Spending time inside the apartment had gone better than he thought it could possibly go so perhaps things were getting better. The door was left open as he walked in and flipped on the light overhead. There were a few tables with metal chairs arranged inside along with some shelves that held a handful of items people usually took camping with them. More importantly, the old desk at the very back of the room. The Southerner did his best to ignore the tension building in his gut as he made his way further into the building toward it. Further away from the door and escape though he wasn’t going to allow himself to think of it like that. Wouldn’t be great for his already damaged mental health. Moving behind the desk and actually sitting down wasn’t something he could do yet, however. This was fine. Sitting was supposed to be the new cancer, anyway. Or something like that. He took out his phone and plugged into the charger he’d left there, the device slipping out of his hand onto the desk when he heard voices outside but, thankfully, the protective case kept it from breaking. Virgil quickly whirled around with a growl and fixed his narrowed gaze on the doorway, his heart racing a mile a minute as the color drained from him. He might miss talking to the snarky veteran, but he was glad he wasn't around to witness that move. Gods above, he probably looked like he’d seen a ghost. Entirely unfitting for a man like him!
A deep breath was taken and released to calm himself as he focused on the distant sound of people talking while he cautiously made his way to the entrance. The fact that there didn’t seem to be many of them brought him some relief. Virgil stopped there for a brief moment and continued to listen. Didn't sound like the students were there to learn about making it in the great outdoors. If they hadn't wandered into his space then he would’ve found their decision to cut class amusing. Now, for some damn reason, he felt the need to take responsibility for their behavior. He stepped out from the shadows of the building and headed toward the picnic tables, eyeing the three youths that had down at one of them. Two sophomores and a freshman by the looks of them, not that he considered himself to be a decent judge on age. The one that appeared to be the youngest squeaked when he saw him approaching, making the other two turn to look at him. But rather than looks of fear, he was met with anger. It made him chuckle. The cigarette one of them threw to the ground was ignored. ”Hand ’em over an’ I won’t drag your asses t’th’principle.” Virgil held out his hand and waited. The three exchanged looks and started to argue amongst themselves in hushed voices. Whoever it was that was all game for obeying him without a fuss was automatically his favorite. In the end, the pack of menthols was smacked down onto his palm with a sneer. He glared at the others, and they held up their hands while shaking their heads in denial. He was going to believe them since he was ready to go back to his peace and quiet. ”Good. Now get lost. Don’t come back unless ya actually wanna learn somethin’.” They were a lot quicker to listen to him this time, getting up and scattering back toward the school. But not without making vulgar gestures and calling out insults first. Out of old habit he checked his pockets to make sure that nothing had been pilfered from him. Everything was accounted for, but it wouldn't be the first time some young idiot had pickpocketed him. Died for it as well. Orphaned and unwanted children were much like stray dogs in the since they would form unruly packs and cause trouble. Not that this was this time. Just teens being teens.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2018 5:10 pm
It had been a mostly full work day and there was still another hour or two of class. He had all but skipped lunch, he wasn't hungry in the slightest and instead had gotten wrapped up in looking up new phones that he could possibly purchase. As he had sat there the Hispanic would think about Virgil and how he could possibly go to see him in his class but as it stood he had seen the principle strolling through the building and he had no desire to get caught and reprimanded or worse, get assigned more students. The Hispanic would pull out his phone and began to play around with other functions that he never used before. Apparently he had tetris on this thing which was nice but ultimately only occupied him for ten or fifteen minutes. He was bored. Before he was able to occupy himself with little things that ranged from snooping around the school to just strolling around but right now he could only really think about what Virgil was doing at this moment. It was pathetic in his opinion just how clingy he had apparently become. Marcel thought that a few hours apart would be nothing and it was...at first. But as more time dragged on he was becoming more and more antsy and wanted nothing more than to hold the man in his arms again. No doubt the other man was getting on fine without him at this very moment. It was then that Marcel remembered how he had been the same way with Kendra when they were still together. Any time he was deployed and not in action he was thinking of her, her voice, her actions, how she would fit so snugly against his body when he held her in his arms. It was at this moment that Marcel realized that he was apparently a naturally clingy man. He hated being apart from his love, he hated it even more when his mind wasn't occupied by anything. So with that revelation he gave a small sigh and smirked a bit at air "I'm just as bad as him..." with that thought in mind Marcel would get up from behind his desk and left his classroom, turning everything off and leaving. ******** it. He needed to be with Virgil right now and he'd get just that. However it seemed like things would go differently than he wanted because just as he was nearing Virgil's classroom he could suddenly hear a large group of boys chanting something "Fight! Fight! Fight!" "Oh for ******** sake..you've got to be kidding me!" with that he ran around the corner and easily shouldered the boys out of the way to see two large jocks going at it rather hard "Enough! Break it up!" as if that worked. Marcel would quickly put himself into the fray as he began trying to separate the two teens which proved to be much harder since they quite literally had their limbs tangled with each other trying desperately to hurt the other. One of them even had the audacity to swing at the Hispanic, clocking him in the gut and knocking the wind out of him which caused him to be caught off guard for a moment "You boys are ******** dead..." he wheezed out as he clutched his gut, slowly pulling himself back up as he now was even more pissed than before as he now began to wrestle against one of the teens, about a second away from knocking the kid out himself.
Virgil returned to the building though, again, he couldn’t bring himself to actually sit down in the chair. He ended up sitting down on top of it since there was little items on its surface to prevent him from doing so. To distract himself from the urge from being outside, he picked up his phone and went back to reading the e-book he had read earlier that morning. Concentrating on the story this time was something he couldn’t do, feeling the need to look around himself every twenty seconds or so to check and make sure he wasn’t trapped. His lover was on his mind in the sense that he was finding it difficult to relax and rest without Marcel around. The man was probably chilling in his classroom and watching that old t.v.without a care in the world, and here he was being all anxious without his presence. It made him wonder how in the ******** he’d managed the last few weeks since getting out of the hospital before meeting him. Right, he did his best to stay as intoxicated as he could. And that sounded like a great idea now that it had crossed his mind. Virgil rifled through the drawers of his desk in search of a bottle despite knowing that he had already polished off the ones he’d stashed there when he first started working at the school. A few other possible hiding spots, but it was useless. He had nothing. He looked around as he tried to find something, anything, to keep him occupied while he waited for the rest of the work day to end. His eyes settled on a small pile of wood neatly piled in a corner and an idea started to form in his mind. A suitable piece was grabbed along with a knife brought for skinning prey before he headed outside. Finally. He sat down on top of his picnic table with his feet planted on its bench. His elbows were rested on his thighs as he set to work with stripping the bark away from the wood. Anything he carved now would be rather crude since it had been ages since he’d last done any sort of wood work. He was only doing this keep busy and waste time so it didn’t really bother him. His little idea worked, perhaps a little too well, as he got more focused on making the wood take a shape. The hillbilly wasn’t aware of just how many hours slipped by until he was starting to get hungry and realized that he had missed lunch. If it wasn’t knowing of their dinner plans, he would’ve gone foraging off in the woods for something to eat.
When he first heard the chanting, he didn’t pay any mind to it. Virgil had done enough teachering for one day, someone else could take care of it. It wasn’t until he heard the cheering grow louder and harder that he gave.”Son of ah b***h.” Muttering underneath his breath, Virgil put the carving off to the side and stood up, taking the knife with him. With how much noise the unseen crowd was making, it wasn’t hard for him to find them. ”Git!” He shouted though no one seemed to have heard him. Growling, he pushed his way through them. Having expected to find two boys fighting at the center, it caught him off guard seeing Marcel wrestling with one of the large teens and the second still trying to punch them both. The anger the sight caused in him helped him recover quickly. Despite knowing that the combat instructor could take care of himself and didn’t need the help, he still wanted to step in. Like being caught in a strong undertow and trying to swim out, going against the instinctual need to protect his Hispanic warrior was impossible. Marcel could handle himself, yes, but Virgil would always have his back. He grabbed the kid trying to hit them by the back of his shirt and threw him to the ground, but the hotheaded youth didn’t get the message. As he started to get up, Virgil struck out at him. The tip of a steel toed boot crashing into his side brought a gasped scream of pain from the jock, which seemed to shock the crowd for a moment. Those with a front row seat to the s**t show stared in silence although he really didn’t take notice. As soon as he made sure the student was going to stay down, the big guy was turning to try to pull the other away from Marcel if he still needed the help.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2018 12:14 pm
Marcel was starting to reach his limit with these two teens, he'd tried wrestling the two off of each other but the moment he released one of them then the other would hop right back on the other. That and now they were starting to try and hit him as well which was where Marcel was about to snap and just beat the s**t out of the two jocks. But then seemingly out of nowhere Virgil appeared, pulling one of the teens off the other and kicking him in the side which surprised even Marcel for a moment. However he quickly got over it and said '******** it' before getting the other jock in a headlock. It only took a moment before the teen was grasping at the arm that was now crushing his windpipe "You gonna behave now or not? Because I have no problem doing this until you stop moving!" he was of course talking about knocking the kid out but at this moment the jock probably thought that he meant killing him, which was obviously not true. But none the less he let out a strangled noise as he nodded his head as best he could and with that Marcel released the teen and with an irritated look on his face he stood up and looked at all the teens that were still present "No more of this ******** stupid crap!" he would then look at the two that were on the floor, seemingly a bit scared of the two teachers now "You wanna beat the s**t out of each other? Fine. Do it off of school grounds so it's not our problem! Now get the ******** out of here! All of you!" he yelled, causing all the boys to scatter and run which included the two boys who were fighting only moments ago. With that Marcel would sigh a bit and turn to Virgil with a small smirk on his face before walking forward and patting his lover on the shoulder "Thanks for the backup" he spoke with a sigh before looking up at him "Talk about a pain in the a**, these teens will fight for anything" he said with a shake of the head before glancing over his shoulder to make sure there weren't any students lurking around before leaning up for a chaste kiss before pulling away. He missed being able to do that, even if it had only been for a couple hours. Marcel would smirk a bit at the other man before turning his head a bit "What do you say we ditch work again, we only have another hour or two" the Hispanic was already walking towards the exit without even waiting for an answer "So Virgil how was your day? You have any students to deal with?" he asked curiously as the Hispanic made his way down the hall, seeing a few students staring at the two with funny looks. Marcel couldn't help but roll his eyes a bit at them, why were teens so obnoxious?
Virgil kept an eye on the teen on the floor while the other one was dealt with. He didn’t regret or feel bad for kicking him though, hopefully, the brats didn’t rat him out to the other faculty members. An eyebrow was lifted when Marcel started shouting at everyone, giving a slight shake of his head at the terrified looks they were being given. Things could have gone a lot worse than they had, but he couldn’t completely blame them. Marcel could be intimidating even when he wasn’t yelling and that was the opinion of an old werewolf so there was no telling just what the teens thought of him right now. It wouldn’t surprise him if all sort of crazy rumors about the fight and them started being spread around the school. He glanced over the shorter man to check for any sign that he’d been hurt. He really wasn’t entirely relived when he didn’t see anything, but now wasn’t the time to make him take off his shirt. Virgil forced himself to relax and put it out of his mind, giving him a grin. ”I couldn’t let ya have all the fun.” If the Hispanic hadn’t been involved in the fight then he wouldn’t have bothered with stepping in. Might as well let the kids get it out of their system. ”Think it was ah lovers quarrel?” He joked though his humor was softened as he was kissed, one of those rare smiles breaking out across his face. s**t. He realized then just how much he missed being around him. Pathetic, now that he thought about it. Virgil couldn’t help but laugh as he followed him. ”Wouldn’t kill ya t’stick around for ah hour.” Obviously, the man was more than willing to get the hell out. The look the students were giving them were ignored, not thinking that it was such a big deal what the little jerks thought of them. ”Busted some kids for tryin’ t’skip class out there.” He shrugged a shoulder. ”Other than that it was pretty uneventful.” An arm was draped over Marcel’s shoulders once they were out in the open. ”How was yours?” He glanced to him as he reached into a pocket for his cigarettes only to realize he didn’t have his phone on him. Virgil wouldn’t have worried about it if he hadn’t left the door wide open. He sighed a bit as he pulled away and handed over his truck keys to the Hispanic after removing the one for his building. ”I should go lock my s**t up.” He chuckled. ”With my luck, everything will be gone on Monday even if th’ kids don’t know th’ ******** t’do with any of it.” Or the one kid that knew how to start a fire with flint and steel would burn the damn dorms down. Better to be safe than sorry, he suppose. Virgil gave him a quick peck on the cheek, hesitating there for a moment before he finally made himself head off to go get his phone and make sure everything was securely locked away.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2018 1:44 pm
Marcel chuckled in amusement when the other wouldn't let him have all the fun, go figure the man would put it like that. Honestly if he went full hardcore on the boys the fight would have been over instantly, but he was trying to avoid treating it like a bar fight since he didn't genuinely want to hurt anyone too badly. Of course Virgil had no such qualms, not that he had any problem with it. The Hispanic would then laugh at the others joke and smirked a little bit at the other man "If that was a lovers quarrel then I don't want to imagine what ours would look like" he joked back about how a fight between the two men would be. No doubt bloody and dangerous if the two men were genuinely pissed at each other, although Marcel couldn't ever picture himself getting that angry at anyone. Let alone Virgil. He had gotten that angry when he caught his wife and her boy toy but even then Marcel had been able to quell his anger enough to keep a clear head. All thoughts would cease in his head however when he saw that smile on Virgil's face, never. Never in his life would he ever get tired of seeing this man smile. Being reunited with him would only serve to solidify his earlier thoughts about how pathetically clingy he was, the thought would be shoved to the back of his mind however as he chuckled once more at his little comment. Marcel would then listen to the other man explain about his experience today in class and to be frank he wasn't too surprised at how boring it sounded. Marcel would lean a bit closer as an arm was draped over his shoulder "I actually had some students trying out my class today, four of em" he explained his own class experience "All four of em weren't able to take me down, even if it meant passing for the year with an A no questions asked" he grinned a bit at the look of sheer defeat on their faces, he didn't take joy in beating on people weaker but it was funny because of how these spoiled looking kids thought they could do it "Didn't have a lick of talent of course but maybe I could work a miracle if they choose to stick it out" Marcel would openly admit that he was not an easy teacher, for the rest of that class he drilled those boys into the ground with proper techniques and how to fight back. But of course a class like that was going to be difficult. He would then blink when he felt the other pull away and offered a small grin to Virgil as the keys were placed in his hand "Alright, make it quick though. I'm getting hungry" he called out before walking the rest of the way to the truck, sticking the keys in the ignition and getting it started as he leaned back a bit to wait for Virgil.
Virgil certainly knew he had a bad temper, could do some terrible things when he was well and truly pissed off, though now he was starting to believe that any anger felt toward him would quickly die. There was a number of scenarios he thought that might lead to a serious fight between them, but they were tossed aside as he realized that he wouldn’t be able to actually harm him even if was angry with Marcel. In theory, anyway. He was already enthralled with him so it was easy to picture himself backing down or forgiving him for any sort of offense. He was turning quite a big soft hearted fool as far as the human concerned. Being told to hurry made him want to take as much time as he possibly could just to be a d**k and he would have done that if he wasn’t close to starving himself. Virgil hoped that he didn’t plan on shopping first because he didn’t know how much longer he could go without eating. It hardly took him any time to put things back where it needed to be, grab his phone and lock the place up. It felt like it took longer to walk from the building back to his truck though in reality the whole thing only took him a couple of minutes. Finding Marcel sitting behind the wheel was a bit of surprise for him, having handed him the keys simply so he wouldn’t have to stand outside and wait for him. Not that he gave a damn that he was going to be the one driving. It wasn’t like he knew the way to the mall and this would be a lot easier than having to follow his directions. The older man got in and took out the pack of smokes he’d gotten from the student. ”Y’know...” He brought out his lighter and lit the menthol between his lips after cracking the window. ”Maybe don’t dog on th’ kids...” Virgil wrinkled his nose. The cigarette was gross. He was picky about his tabacco and the factory made ones weren’t great in his humble opinion. Sighing, he flicked the offensive thing out the window as he glanced over at him. ”Just...I imagine even ah group with even th’ slightest bit of know how couldn’t get ya on th’ ground. An’ I ain’t sayin’ that t’be nice. You’re...intense.” Hell, he hadn’t been able to put the Hispanic down and while he hadn’t given it his all, he hadn’t exactly been lazy with his attempt either. Then again, Virgil couldn’t really claim to know how to fight as the other could. Once he had realized that trickery and brute strength could get the job done, he had given up on learning any sort of techniques. Kind of embarrassing to know his wolven a** could be kicked by the experienced soldier. ”Besides, they were probably distracted by your good looks.” It was supposed to be a joke, but now a part of him was getting all sorts of pissy over the thought hormonal teens daydreaming about his man.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 4:47 am
Marcel would smirk at Virgil as the werewolf got back to the truck and stepped inside, pulling out a cigarette. Somewhat surprising since he knew that Virgil seemed to roll his own from what he remembered. Once he started speaking however Marcel would just begin pulling out but stopped as he listened to Virgil, finding it a bit amusing as he seemed to dislike the cigarette that he just flicked out the window. But he would blink in surprise when Virgil suggested he not go so hard on the students, what brought this about? He listened with interest as Virgil gave his reasoning and to be fair he wasn't wrong but still Marcel shook his head a bit "To be fair, that was the point of the challenge" he began "I knew for a fact that they couldn't do it, the whole thing was to shatter any delusions they might have had so that they know their place" OK so that was really mean sounding. And no doubt a bit intense "Alright so I may be a bit intense but I mean come on! It's Practical Combat! They have to learn the hard way!" he explained as he began driving out of the school lot and into down the road, making a turn "I was drilled into the ground when I was trained, and look at how amazing I turned out.....at fighting..." he realized just how wrong that statement was and decided to rectify it by adding that last little bit at the end. So right now Marcel was just trying to justify his intense teaching methods, personally he thought that it was just a bit of tough love but he could understand where Virgil was coming from. However his next statement made the Hispanic snort a bit in laughter and he stopped at a red light "Oh really? You think so? Maybe I should wear my tight shorts Monday just for them!" he teased a bit, knowing just how moody the other man could be with even a thought of the Hispanic being fawned over. Personally Marcel thought the whole joke, while funny was wildly untrue. Of all people for them to be distracted by the Hispanic man was the last one they would be distracted by...in his opinion of course. Of course during the class he did miss how two of the four boys took a great interest in staring at him when his back was turned, it made no sense why the other two would constantly snicker!
Virgil shifted around in his spot to take his case out of his back pocket, letting out a sigh after he lit and inhaled one of his own death sticks. He grinned as he listened to him begin to explain his reasons for being so hard on the students. Intense and insane. Just a little bit. But it wasn’t like he cared if it sounded or was actually a mean thing to do. Even if he did give a damn about how the teens were treated, how Marcel chose to teach his class was none of his business. Honestly, the whole of the student body could do with some toughening up. People were far too soft on their children. The statement only sounded wrong if one had a dirty mind and, unfortunately, Virgil did have a dirty mind. Absolutely filthy, perhaps. He chuckled, mostly amused by how quick his companion was to make it clear by what he’d meant by it. His smirk would quickly fade, however, at the mention of him wearing tight shorts for his students’ sake. A huff escaped from him despite his efforts to not take the bait. The Southerner was going to try harder to tame that terrtorial streak of his since it was starting to feel like an unflattering trait to him. As long as Marcel knew who he was going home with, what did it matter if people admired him? He could do this! ”Well, don’t come cryin’ t’me when one of ‘em thinks he can get an easy A by...”drillin’ ya into th’ ground”.” Virgil did little air quotations with his fingers while holding the cigarette between his lips. See? Joking about it without feeling the need to tear the imaginary man a new a*****e was easy. Okay, that might be one of the biggest lies of the decade. Maybe trying to go against his nature was pointless. Being territorial seemed to go with being a werewolf. He’d met others that were as bad as he was with it. Had gotten jumped on a time or two when they thought he had looked a little too long at they're significant other. Something he had never thought he would have to worry about until he met the Hispanic. It was still completely turning his world upside down. Once he put out the cigarette, he folded his arms over his chest and slouched a bit to get comfortable.
Virgil shook his head when he caught the small bit of Spanish at the end of his parting words. He was certain that if he even tried to learn, he would never be able to wrap his mind around the language. His stepped as he reached the area he had originally planned to teach his class, his gaze scanning his surroundings to make sure there was nothing amiss. An actual classroom in the main building might attract more attention, but he was quite content where he was. Digging his keys out of his pocket, he walked over to the building and unlocked it. Aside from cleaning it out and moving a few things around, he hadn’t set foot inside of it since those first two days of his arrival. Back when most of him truly wanted to make a career change and before the doubt that he could live nothing but a violent life had started to return. He was going to prove himself wrong on that account though along with conquering his claustrophobia. Spending time inside the apartment had gone better than he thought it could possibly go so perhaps things were getting better. The door was left open as he walked in and flipped on the light overhead. There were a few tables with metal chairs arranged inside along with some shelves that held a handful of items people usually took camping with them. More importantly, the old desk at the very back of the room. The Southerner did his best to ignore the tension building in his gut as he made his way further into the building toward it. Further away from the door and escape though he wasn’t going to allow himself to think of it like that. Wouldn’t be great for his already damaged mental health. Moving behind the desk and actually sitting down wasn’t something he could do yet, however. This was fine. Sitting was supposed to be the new cancer, anyway. Or something like that. He took out his phone and plugged into the charger he’d left there, the device slipping out of his hand onto the desk when he heard voices outside but, thankfully, the protective case kept it from breaking. Virgil quickly whirled around with a growl and fixed his narrowed gaze on the doorway, his heart racing a mile a minute as the color drained from him. He might miss talking to the snarky veteran, but he was glad he wasn't around to witness that move. Gods above, he probably looked like he’d seen a ghost. Entirely unfitting for a man like him!
