Why don't I just do a little dance?

After Bob's class, Anders hurried back to his room and was pleased to find he had it to himself. He exiled Lachlan to roam the halls -- exploration was good for cats, wasn't it? -- and then hurriedly straightened his side, which mostly entailed shoving dirty clothes under the bed and stacking his books and papers so they looked almost organized. He debated over the door for a moment, finally deciding to leave it halfway open.

And then he drew a ragged breath and flopped onto his bed, trying to look like he was perfectly calm and composed. He didn't entirely succeed. He was emotional at the best of times, and the sex pollen had him what felt like permanently off-balance. Though the promise of a visit from Nathan might help with that ... at least for a while.

[OOC: For he who is named, please! May get NSFW.]