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With no classes, Bridge's Fridays are generally very lazy days. Today, though, restlessness and pent-up energy brings him out to the Preserve for an afternoon run despite the rain.
He stops in the middle of a clearing to catch his breath, leaning against a tree... and promptly finds himself several feet shorter and covered in fur. Also clothesless, unless a necklace that's transformed itself in to a collar counts. The rest of what he was wearing is now a rumpled heap on the Preserve floor.
Stupid trees, he grumbles to himself, gathering his clothes together and attempting to drag them back to the dorms. After a few minutes, he stops and looks around to see how much progress he's made. Which... really isn't very much at all (why did he have to keep so much *stuff* in his pockets?). He's tired, it's raining and it's cold, and that pile of clothes is looking like it'd be a *really* comfortable bed. So he does the only logical thing and curls up in them, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
[ooc: *points down to post below this one* ditto.]
He stops in the middle of a clearing to catch his breath, leaning against a tree... and promptly finds himself several feet shorter and covered in fur. Also clothesless, unless a necklace that's transformed itself in to a collar counts. The rest of what he was wearing is now a rumpled heap on the Preserve floor.
Stupid trees, he grumbles to himself, gathering his clothes together and attempting to drag them back to the dorms. After a few minutes, he stops and looks around to see how much progress he's made. Which... really isn't very much at all (why did he have to keep so much *stuff* in his pockets?). He's tired, it's raining and it's cold, and that pile of clothes is looking like it'd be a *really* comfortable bed. So he does the only logical thing and curls up in them, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
[ooc: *points down to post below this one* ditto.]
