The Roof, Monday Evening

[wwiii]

One of these days, Warren was going to come up to the roof to do more than awkwardly stand there staring out over the island as the sun worked on setting. Really. In fact, tonight, 'more than awkwardly standing there' was essentially his whole reason for being up there.

Shocking, no?

This time, he didn't even bother to check to see if anyone else was on the roof with him. It was a free roof in a busy dormitory, he knew better by now. No, this time he was going to pull his coat off, lose the harness that was holding his wings in place, and then take a running leap off the edge before he could even have second thoughts and chicken out.

And, now that he was in the air, feathered wings flaring behind him and catching the breeze that he'd thrown himself into? He was going to laugh. It was the delirious, giddy laugh of a boy who had just rediscovered freedom. The sort of freedom that he'd only ever known those few times that he was in the air, with wind moving over his wings and nothing, not even gravity, tying him down unless he decided it was allowed to. It was still cold out, but that was fine. The chill made something as absolutely surreal as flying seem that much more real.

And, after a few laps around the dorms, it was possible that he was still completely giddy by the time he'd come to land again, too high on adrenaline to be thinking about the landing enough to flub it.

Today? Today was officially a good day.

[Open roof is open! A person could get addicted to typing about flying, omg.]

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[wwiii]

"Well, that won't take me very long." Warren bit back a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. It was a little chilly to be hanging around out here without his coat on, but he was stubborn and having a good conversation. He'd fuss with the harness in a bit. "Most of what's on the TV nowadays is just reality TV anyhow. And the only thing real about most of that is the budget."

[momslilassassin]

Ben looked confused. "I watched some drunk lady cook?" he offered.

[wwiii]

"Ah, but the important question here is whether or not you actually enjoyed it," Warren replied. "And if you did, there's nothing wrong with that, by the way."

Really. Warren wouldn't judge. Too much, depending on the show.

[momslilassassin]

"I didn't really get it," Ben admitted. "Her shirt matched the window's curtains behind her. Who does that?"

[wwiii]

"Generally, people who have absolutely no taste at all."

This, from the boy who could afford to replace his entire wardrobe once a day for the rest of his life, if he felt like it, yes.

[momslilassassin]

Talking to a boy who wore one of two outfits for most of his life. "I think I'll just depend on takeout and the kindness of people who know what they're doing to cook instead of trying to learn from her," Ben decided.

[wwiii]

"That actually seems like a safer bet, doesn't it?" Warren couldn't help but agree, there. "It isn't as though there's a shortage of edible food on this island, after all. And if there ever was, I suppose salvation would come soon enough in the way of the local weather patterns."

[momslilassassin]

Ben laughed. "I'm hoping it'll give the shower of eggnog a skip next year," he admitted.

[wwiii]

"... Ew," Warren decided. "Just when I think I'm starting to make sense of this place..."

Silly Warren. There is no sense to be made of this place.

[momslilassassin]

"Don't try," Ben advised. "It'll just give you a migraine. Generally it's not trying to actively try you insane."