Please, I insist

[Tristan]

Tristan enjoyed walking though the University, he like to talk to the students and even listen in an classes. whenever he was in a public place Tristan kept his ears and Tails in. He was raised in a strict household and always told to be careful when out by himself. He felt that the less information he showed to people the safer he was. The Campus was fairly busy that morning, people buzzing here and there, Tristan was beginning to wonder what was going on. just then he noticed a sign, it read Guest Speaker Robin Lockerty 10:30 am in the main hall- Open to all. Tristan's interest was sparked, he had just finished Robins book 'The Great Unknown' it would be so cool to hear him speak.How can I get in there?

Tristan decided that he would have to get in somehow so he headed for the main hall. As he approached the door there was a student welcoming people, " May I?" Questioned Tristan gesturing toward the hall. "Please, I insist" answered the student ass he shoved Tristan n the door. Tristan could not believe how easy it was to get in, he was so exited, but that excitement was short lived when he realized what was going on inside.

[Morgan]

"Dim vales- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods," Almost sang a voice as soft as silk and as cool as sliver. "Whose forms we can't discover,For the tears that drip all over!" It's words drifted over the students like a river passing through time. "Huge moons there wax and wane- Again- again- again-" it's voice, as sweet as chocolate and as entrancing as honey.

Up on the stage was a teenage boy no older then eighteen, reciting works of poetry. The stage lights glistened off his silkily hair and lit up his features. He was skinny but well built, no extraordinary muscles but good tone. His eyes were mesmerizing as he looked across the audience. He smiled softly at every phrase he said, almost as if each were giving him a hug as he said it. His clothes were of a school uniform though. Black dress pants fitted his slender legs nicely, a red tie, pure white dress shirt and a black suite coat over top.

"Every moment of the night- Forever changing places," He looked up at the ceiling and stared into the spot lights, "And they put out the star-light, With the breath from their pale faces." The boy smiled again and fluttered his eyelashes a few times. He took one step forward. "And that my friends, is just part of Edgar Allen Poe's great poem, 'Fairyland'. It is not only one of my favorite poems, but it is loved for all of it's imagination." The boy bowed and let every strand of hair slip in front of his face. "Thank you."

The boy shot back up and smiled widely at the audience. The audience blinked a few times in amazement, then jumped out of their seats to clap for him. The boy didn't even break out into a blush or a suddle rogue, he just bowed again and walked off the stage. Manny students gathered around him, they all started to talk at once.

"What how did you feel when you had to stand in for Robin Lockerty?"
"Were you nervous?"
"How long have you been interested in poetry?"

The boy nodded and smiled. "Well I was very excited to be a stand in for Robin Lockerty, even though I had nothing prepared. I actually wasn't nervous at all, and I have had a love for poetry since I was quite small." The boy took off his coat and rested it in his arms. "Thank you everyone for listening, I think I'll go have my lunch now. And don't forget, I have to do this gain in another hour! See you all again soon!" the boy waved to the mob that surrounded him as he broke free.

The boy turned away and headed for the cafeteria. "Those people don't appreciate poetry, who are they kidding?" The boy sneered.
"Hey Morgan! Great speech!" Shouted someone behind him.
Morgan zipped around, "Thank you!" He yelled back. Morgan slid a hand through his hair and turned back around. "Pathetic humans, don't know the true meaning, of soul poetry."

[Tristan]

Tristan loved poetry, and this Morgan character was really good at it. The words were so, calming and natural like Morgan didn't have to think while he was talking and it made Tristan feel at peace.

Tristan was not pre-peard for what he found in the hall, he expected to find a group of senior litterary arts students sitting quietly listening to Robin but insted he found a group of students who couldn't care less about poerty just trying to get out of class and a stand in who was not even human. Tristan could smell the fact that the speaker who people called Morgan was not human in fact he could smell the wolf all over him. This made Tristan mad, the man resited great poetry but he was almost like a sworn enemy of Tristan even though they had never met. Tristan did a double check to ensure his ears and tails were hidden, the last thing he needed was to cause a scene at the University.

Tristan looked around the room, the Great Hall lived up to it's name, the stage was twice the size of the one at the high school and there was three times the amount of chairs. As he skimmed the room, his gaze fell on Morgan again, he seemed like a nice enough guy and he was great at poety. Mabe he is not so bad, not all humans are bad so mabe the same goes for werewolves. Tristan dewsided to go up and tell the man how much he liked his performance. He figured that if things went south he could just pop out like Matt tought him to do, then there wouldn't be a problem.

"Excuse me, Mr. Morgan Sir." Tristan did not know how to address the man so he tryed his best. "I just wanted to let you know how moved I was at your performance, it was truly touching." Tristan offered his hand to Morgan, " My name is Tristan, I want to learn how to write as well as the best poety in history. when I relized Ribin was not here I was a little upset but when I heard you speaking.... It was like I totaly forgot about Robin because you were so good." Tristan stoped talking because he didn't want Morgan to think he was crazy

Tristan stood looking at Morgan who was a fair bit taller then him and seemed to be smarter too. Tristan started to feel like he souldn't have been so bold as to waltz right up to a compleqat stranger and intrduce himself, he loked down at his feet and hoped that Morgan would not be as mean as the other werewolfs he had met in the past.

[Morgan]

Morgan heard another person call out his name, but he expected more of an older student then the boy that approached him. Morgan turned around to face the boy and smiled casually. "Why thank you, it's so nice that someone as young as you enjoys poetry so greatly." Morgan waved a hand around in the air as if the slowly swat clouds away from his face. "Everyone should feel the sweet touch of poetry on the soul." Morgan said softly. He didn't want to seem philosophical, but it just kind of happened once and awhile. He looked at the boy, and his smiled grew in size.

He was happy to have met such a young boy, who seemed also deep into poetry, like himself. Morgan crossed his arms over his chest, and looked over to a potted plant beside him. Morgan's smile grew softer as he reached out to one of the already bloomed flowers. He plucked it off the vine and twiddled it in his fingers tips. He smiled again, down at the flower, then looked back up at the boy with the name, Tristan. Morgan reached out and pulled some of Tristan's hair back behind his ear. "A rose by any other name..." Morgan recited as he carefully placed the flower between Tristan's locks of hair and ear, "... Would still smell as sweet."

Morgan pulled his hands back and smiled again. He knew this boy's secret, even though he was trying hard to try and stop his scent, but Morgan could still smell him. A Kisune, a young Kisune spirit too boot! He could use another Kisune. Morgan gestured to the boy to follow him, "Come on," He waved his hand. "Let's go get something to eat at the cafeteria! I don't know about you but I'm really hungry!" Morgan laughed. "And quite thirsty as well. Come on, we can talk about poetry some more too."

[Tristan]

Tristqan smiled, the thought he had succeded in masking his race. He was getting hungry and he knew he would not be able to get into the caf. on his own so he greatly accepted the invatation.

" I don't want to be a bother but that would be great!"

Tristan looked around, he knew that the other spectator would kil for a chance to have lunch with Morgan and he was very exited to be able to go.

"UM..." he looked shyly at Morgan, "Do you know where the caf. is??"

He knew the question must have sounded weird so he quickly though up a lie.

"I am new here and don't know where everything is yet."

At least part of it was the truth, he was kind of new. He only walked around near the library so he really didn't know where much of anything else was. He smiled weakly at Morgan and hoped his lie had fooled he lunch guest.

[Morgan]

Morgan smiled wider and tried not to laugh. The guy was too easy to persuade. This day was turning out to be much better then he expected.

"I don't really know where the cafeteria is either. I go to Thompson Kipp's Academy. Yes I'm still in high school. Though to most people it wouldn't seem so." The brunette wrapped a loose arm around Tristan's shoulders and laughed a tad. "We just have to ask someone, or find a map of the school to figure out where it is. Easy as pie."

The teen pulled the kisune forward as he proceeded in marching right up to someone random girl. "Excuse me. Miss?"

The girl looked up from her book and adjusted her glasses. She gasped slightly once she found out Morgan was directing his speak to her. "Uhhh, y-yes..?" She stuttered.

"I was wondering if you could give me and Tristan here directions to the cafeteria." Morgan patted the kisune with his hand that was lazily placed at the base of his neck, "I need to talk important poetry matters with him. You know, educate him."

The university girl nodded multiply times and smiled, "Sure, yeah. You just have to go down the set of stairs to your right," She exclaimed as she pointed them out for Morgan, "Then just go straight until you hit the red cafe doors."

This made Morgan smiled wildly, "Thank you for your assistance."

"Ah. It was my pleasure Morgan." She said in almost a squeal.

The brunette pulled Tristan along again towards the stairs this time though. "So, who is your favorite poet? My tron between Lewis Carroll and Edgar Allen Poe myself." Morgan chuckled. His toes graced the starting of the stairs and caused his whole body come to a halt. Morgan released his grip around Tristan's shoulders and looked at how steep the stair well was. The teen instincts told him, Simple! You can totally jump those stairs! Do it! Do it! But Morgan ignored them and just casually started down them.

"Come on, before lunch ends. Since they close the cafeteria then."

[Tristan]

Tristan walk alon beside Morgan. He was looking forward to having lunch with someone who he could discuss poetry with and maybe discuss some ideas for some new poems he had in his head.

"I really apreatiate you lending me your valuable time sir." Tristan told Morgan "Most people wouldn't give me the time of day, let alone let me have lunch with you"

The univercity was jumpin, classes were going to be starting soon and the second half of lunch would be begining. People were laughin and talking but all Tristan could focuss on was Moran. His smile, his grace, and how easy it is for him to speak in public. Tristan had always wanted to share poetry but he was always nervus.

" Hey, Morgan? Um, do you think you could give me some tips on public peaking?"

[Morgan]

Chuckled bubbled up from the brunette's throat and slipped out his lips. "Tips on public speaking eh?"

Morgan tapped his finger to his chin, "Well, I'd say one of the most important things is to pronounce each word you say correctly. Very important, so that people take you seriously. Also, know the subject you talk about inside and out, in case people ask questions." The teen pulled the other boy along the halls and stopped at the large red cafe doors, "Always have a convincing tone to your voice so people will believe whatever you tell them."

The teen pushed the doors open and laid his eyes on the grand eating area. Swivel stools, cushioned booths, plants hanging from the ceiling and a long cafeteria food selection. "Be sure to look at every side of the audience and don't be intimidating. Make jokes to comfort your crowd so they feel connected and part of your speech."

Looking from side to side, Morgan grabbed a tray and slid it down the barred counter, "Changing the feeling in your voice for effect on different subjects. Use body language, move around or do gestures." The brunette grabbed a large poutine dish and a chocolate milk, " If you can, never use cue cards. It makes people think don't know your subject as well as once thought," Morgan pulled out a five dollar bill and handed it to the cafe lady, "keep the change," He smiled.

"Another important thing is to be passionate about you're speaking about. Gives fire to your speech." The teen waltzed down to a table and sat himself down, "But really, public speaking is quite simple. I have no idea why most people are afraid of doing it." The brunette smiled, "Why do you ask me this anyway?"