Ken felt awed by the incredibly muscular man in front of him, and timidly reached out to shake his hand.
As their hands gripped, Mark started to thrust his hand up and down, which sent splatters of magical paint flying everywhere. As each bit of paint hit something, it vanished. Ken held on as Mark continued to shake, the vibrations of the motion sending more paint flying off his body.
Ken watched in fascination (and no small amount of disappointment) as the adonis in front of him dwindled, leaving behind a far more "normal" guy. He was even more disappointed as clothes seemed to materialise underneath the diminishing paint.
Soon, what stood before Ken was a man not all that much different from himself. Oh, there were differences - Mark was a couple of inches taller, his muscles a little more toned, and his face more angular, and he was just a little older, but overall, rather similar compared with what had stepped out of the painting. Nevertheless, despite his disappointment and his subsiding attraction, Ken was fascinated by what had occurred. Questions bubbled in his mind, questions far different from what had occurred to him before shaking Mark's hand.
Mark, being more observant, had already figured out that Ken was gay. Mark was a tolerant guy, but his proclivities went a different way. Before Ken could embarrass himself by making any sort of proposition, Mark decided to explain why he appeared as he did in the painting. "You'll have to excuse my painted appearance; my girlfriend is fond of roleplaying, you see. Anyway, I don't believe I caught your name?"
"Oh..." Ken was a little more disapponted, but he recovered quickly, shaking his head to clear it a little. "I'm Kenneth Turnbull, your new roomma..."
"Roommate. Yeah, you said that earlier. You just arrive, Kenneth?"
Ken responded succinctly, "Yeah, just now. And call me Ken."
"Alright. Ken." Mark put his hand out to shake his hand again on a whim, and Ken shook his hand with far less caution than he had before. Making a quick observation, Mark noted that Ken didn't have any bags or other usual 'moving in' stuff with him. "You got any baggage?"
Ken glanced back at the door, and shrugged. "Left them down in the car, while I checked out the place. No point lugging everything up if there was a problem. I'll just go get them."
Mark put his hand on Ken's shoulder. "No need. You're going to be studying magic here, might as well get a little more of a taste of what you'll be learning to do." Mark quickly decided on what sort of spell to cast to bring Ken's bags up to the room...