The water spray from the extinguisher put what remained of the fire out, soaking him down to a bit below the shoulders and drenching the floor. Free from the threat of having the flames do more damage to him had he shifted down before they'd been put out, as they would not have followed suit and decreased in size, Trowa finally let himself slide down into human form. The fur covering the creature's body quickly sucked in and rebuilt itself into his clothing (with a big burned-out patch on the neck of his sweater), muscle and bone condensing and twisting back into shape much too fast for pain to register.

For the last three months, as part of his attempt to discover how it felt to be a normal teenager, Trowa had been growing out his hair a little in imitation of some of his floormates, trying to see why they liked longer styles so much. Thankfully, the extra length had absorbed some of the damage, but now he would have to cut it back to the way it had almost always been... if a little bit shorter than usual in regard to his bangs. To make matters look even worse, the majority of it was plastered firmly over his face by the water, forcing him to use reddened fingers to separate it so he could see.

The hallway smelled of burned hair, wet lion, and ash, and Trowa turned a wordless glower in Wufei's direction.

If the other young man did so much as even think about stabbing or hacking at him with that blade, after all that, Trowa would send him back to Quatre's house... by throwing him through the glass wall.