The Roof, Tuesday Evening

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Antsy. That was maybe the best way to describe how Warren had been, yesterday, today, waiting for his first actual class while trying to get his head wrapped around what he'd pretty much accepted as 'as normal as things are going to get.'

He'd made his way to the edge of the roof, looking out over the island as the sun set and the lights in the town slowly started to flicker on. This place was nothing like New York. And at the moment, that was probably the biggest relief that he was going to get.

He straightened his coat, turning his gaze out toward the other corners of the island, and for a moment he couldn't help but be seriously tempted to just pull it off, give his wings a good stretch, and jump. There was a sort of freedom to free-fall, and an exhilaration in catching himself again entirely too close to the ground. A guy could get addicted to it.

To flying.

But for now? For now, he'd content himself to the view. It wasn't half bad, even if it wasn't New York.

[Open Roof is open!]

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[longislandiceme]

After hanging out with Kate for a while, Bobby found himself wandering the dorms. Maybe even specifically looking for Warren. It would certainly explain why he made his way up the the roof, a place he'd been to only a handful of times before.

At least the weather was nice? You know, if you were Bobby Drake and considered Antarctica "cozy".

"Hey, War," Bobby greeted, the nickname slipping out without him really thinking.

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It wasn't a nickname that Warren was really used to, but it wasn't as though there were many people around here with that particular first syllable, was it? He glanced over his shoulder, recognizing the guy who had pretty much tackled him at the picnic, and offered him a bit of a smile and a nod.

"The Amazing Bobby Drake, right?" At least he was good with names? "How are you doing, this evening?"

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"The one and- well, no, that doesn't really work, does it?" Bobby snickered a bit. "Not too bad. At the risk of sounding kind of nerdy, though, kinda looking forward to my classes starting. It'll be nice to have something to do."

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"Oh, I can relate to that," Warren agreed, nodding faintly. He took a step away from the edge. If he lingered there long enough, he really was going to just say 'to hell with it' and take a dive. "They've got some, uh, some pretty unique classes here, I'll give them that."

He was still trying to figure out what a Muggle was, for example.

"Are you taking anything interesting this semester?"

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"Love and Romance, and Business 102," Bobby shrugged. "Probably some of the more normal-ish classes around here, actually. Except... somehow, I think, considering who the teachers are they're not gonna be all that normal," he wandered over and sat on the ledge, facing inward towards Warren. "What've you got?"

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Warren gave his shoulders a light shrug, sticking his hands into his pockets.

"It looks like we're both in Love and Romance, and then I have something that was written down as DADA, and... Fashion?" He raised an eyebrow. "That last one is going to be interesting."

He had no idea. Seriously.

"I think they just stuck me into whatever, when I enrolled. It was on pretty short notice."

He probably could have handled that Business course, for example.

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"If you're anything like the Warren I know, and all evidence so far seems to point to the fact that you kinda are, not-knowing-me aside, you will own the fashion class," Bobby said confidently. The Warren back home had a habit of buying several-thousand-dollar items of clothing without even looking at the price tag, after all. "I don't know what a DADA is though," he admitted.

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"Something to do with Muggles," Warren replied, smirking faintly. "If you can tell me what that's supposed to mean, I'll be all set."

He was so going to own the fashion class. Unless Deadpool decided to pick on him. Which was entirely likely, here, considering the guy had referred to him as 'my little turtledove' when they'd met.

Deadpool kind of freaked Warren out a little.

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Deadpool was, also, in a bizarre sort of way their pseudo-newphew-in-law. Or something. That probably wouldn't help with the freaking-out though (or maybe it wouldn't matter much, since this Warren didn't know Scott). "Okay, yeah, no idea what a Muggle is either," Bobby admitted. "It sounds kinda like a made up word, honestly."

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And this Warren never could know Scott. In his reality, Scott was at least in his thirties. And also, dead. Possibly permanently.

"So I'm in the gibberish class for gibberish," Warren mused. That was helpful! "I wonder if they expect me to take my notes in pig-latin, then."

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Please. Like death ever stopped anyone in the Marvel universe.

"You might wanna brush up, just in case," Bobby said with a nod.

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"Is-thay ace-play is sane-inay?" See? He was catching on already! "At least the girls here are nice."

If there was any doubt that this was Warren before...

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It's always nice to get that last little bit of confirmation, though, isn't it?

"They are," Bobby said. "Like, for example, my roommate?"

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And now, Warren was pretty much doomed!

"Yeah? What's your roommate like?"

Well, for starters, she liked her coffee black.

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"Blonde, snarky... likes her coffee black?" Bobby said pointedly.

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Oh.

... Oh.

"Kate? Kate's your roommate?"

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Bobby smirked, folding his hands behind his head and leaning back smugly as if there were a wall behind him. Which there wasn't, of course, since they were on the roof and all.

"That's the one," he said.

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Well, this was vaguely awkward.

"She's a dancer, too," Warren offered up, so very helpfully. And not quite warming up to the thought of adding on the 'and then we ran away from flamingos' bit.

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"She'd probably hit me if I tried to do any sort of 'you'd better not hurt her' speech," Bobby admitted.

Never mind that he'd attempted to interrogate Francine yesterday over how she knew about Warren's wings. That was entirely different.

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"Well, then it's a good thing I really don't want to hurt anyone," Warren replied.

This was the first time in his life he'd gotten anything even remotely close to 'you'd better not hurt her' from anyone. It possibly showed in his expression right now. Because he had no idea what to make of this.

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Bobby grinned at him. "I know," he said. The Warren he was familiar with was sure of himself, occasionally arrogant... and had used his powers to help people in need even before he'd been an X-Man. "And, um. I'm sorry if that's weird, that I know stuff like that," he added, his conversation with Kate still fresh in his mind.

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Well, when you had wings, it was a shame not to put them to use. Like this particular Warren, who had been doing a good deal of not putting his to use, since he was just a kid.

"Don't worry about it," he replied, smiling a little. "It's just something else to get used to. I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't a little weird, all of these people knowing me, but that's an easy enough fix, right?"

Clearly, he had to make friends with everyone.

Uh. Maybe not.

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Bruce needed a place of solace, a place where he could be alone with his thoughts for a while. He had been here for several days and had barely gotten any solid private brooding in.

And so he walked up to the roof.

Where there were people.

Damn.

"Nice night," he said, covering his disappointment with small talk. "You can see a lot from up here."

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Bobby nodded. "You'll just have to get to know us back, is all," he replied.

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Well, he'd put in an admirable effort. It was the thought that counted, right?

"Bruce, right?" Warren looked away from the small amalgam of twinkly lights over yonder, and gave a small nod in greeting. "It isn't really a bad view. I mean, it doesn't quite compare with the lights of the city, but it has its charms."

Such as the fact that it was not the city. That was quite charming all on its own.