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Astrology taken from suite101 and starcana.

Fun stuff : Yzak Joule : Leo (August 8)

Sensitive and moody, strong and athletic, creative and attentions seeking, confident and extroverted, vain, assertive and ambitious, passionate and protective, high need for excitement, a talent for leadership, a tendency toward self-indulgence and a high level of generosity.

Leo is the sign of the lion... the king of the jungle. Leos are full of strength, generosity, and leadership skills. Leo is a masculine fire sign and fixed. They are used to creating what they are looking for in life, but only on their terms. This sign is ruled by the sun, which conveys a bright sunny attitude, cheerfulness, and confidence. The more one applauds or compliments the lion, the gentler this pussycat becomes. Many Leos have a personality that shines with creativity, passion, and fierce ambition. They are good-hearted and true romantics.

The Dorm Scenario: Part2 (Good Morning)

Early Saturday morning,

"So what did Cosmicera say about Aquarius?" Miriallia added, right after leaving Waltfelds with fresh brewed coffee and a bag of buttermilk pancakes alongside Flay on their way back to the dormitory.

Carrying her own set of breakfast and coffee, Flay stopped at the crossing and turned to look at Miriallia. "Sorry Milly," She said with an apolitically smile as both girls watched out for incoming cars. "I haven't checked. I had to leave the magazine with Yzak yesterday."

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Same time, but at a different place.

Yzak stood half naked in his bedroom. Surprisingly, this morning started out pleasant, if he did say so himself.

After thirty-five minutes of refreshing hot shower, Yzak had finally attained a perfectly good mood. He toweled dried his hair and dropped the fabric to hang on his computer chair behind his polished pine table then crossed the arrangement of his room towards the direction of his clothes.

He placed his hand on his waist. And as he abandoned that towel onto his bed, so caught up with the sunny feeling, he faintly noticed that he had yet locked the door or that there were sounds of approaching footsteps and voices coming down the corridor, carrying little distinction, though clearly both female, until in the flash of an instant, his door swung wide open, to his utter shock, when Flay dashed into his room, his room!, forcing him to dive down for a blanket, a towel, whichever! To cover his nude lower half.

"Holy shit fuck, FLAY!"

Flay Allster stared up at Yzak Joule with a blink as if startled to see him there. "Oh, good morning Yzak. Did you get a goodnight sleep last night?" She beamed at him casually as if last night had been nothing out of the ordinary; as if he was nothing; as if he was not standing there naked in his room; as if he had not looked so breathtakingly handsome, or fabulously sexy despite his embarrassed state of too-close-to-naked attire of white unassuming terrycloth bath towel; or as if that at this moment, his physique had not looked so unlike those losers she'd ever gone out with, and more like a sizzling hot beast ready to take her for a stroll in his private garden!— which kind of hurt his pride.

"Oh, don't mind me I just came here for the magazine. See?" She said, waving the stupid piece of crap after having picked it up from behind the door.

Yzak couldn't breathe, couldn't move or respond. When Flay skipped out the door with magazine at hand, it was only then did Yzak saw Miriallia there making him more dumbfounded.

Making matters worst, before disappearing with Flay, the brunette looked back, grinned, winked, and wave at him! "Oh Yzak, nice bod."

That was when realization struck. Yzak's mouth dropped open—in utter shock. He glanced down to his bare chest to his abdominal muscles and ventured lower down to his towel then groaned, frowning. Just how much of him had those two seen?

Once his door was shut close, Yzak stared at the spot where the girls last stood, forever, it seemed, and realizing that since they had walked into his presence he had not moved his feet.

Snapping out of it, Yzak stress tousled his hair and locked the door. Grabbing some pants and a dress shirt from the cabinet, he made his retreat to his bathroom, yes, retreat, thinking it would be way better to finish up in there.

Really, just shit.

**To be continued?... 10/05/2010