The Roof, Saturday Morning

[wwiii]

It was kind of cloudy out. It was still somewhat chilly out. It was entirely too early in the morning, and Warren wasn't sure why the heck he was even awake yet, but here he was.

He'd made his way up to the roof to give his wings a stretch, because those dorm rooms were way too puny for anyone with a wingspan like his, and he stayed up there, contemplating getting his nagging urge to fly out of his system before he'd find himself crammed into a coat and harness all over again for a week in the Bahamas.

... Of course, it still seemed like a fair trade-off. Flying for the Bahamas. He'd spent a lot of his life not flying. He could handle a week, for the sake of the sunshine. Right? Right. Of course, right.

"Of course, it had to be addictive," he mumbled, giving his head a little shake, and then jumping. A few laps around, and he'd be good, he figured. Just enough to get the feel for the wind through his feathers. It was too cold to keep going for too long, after all. But maybe once he landed, he'd be able to warm up for a bit and then go about doing it all over again.

He was getting better at taking off. He didn't look quite so much like somebody had tossed an unsuspecting chicken from the roof as he used to.

[Open roof is open! Warren will be playing his game of 'fly, land, thaw, repeat' for most of the morning.]

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[vanillajello]

There were people who would have argued that Kate's flirting was just a way of getting herself in trouble just as things seemed to be going well.

But those people weren't here, so...

Mischief and smirking. "Oh you have no idea. There's way too much winter and way too little frolicking here. I'll have to make the most of my time away."

[wwiii]

"Well, see? Then this is going to be a really enjoyable vacation for the both of us," Warren decided.

Because there was nothing the matter with flirting shamelessly right back, damn it. Nothing at all.

"I'm willing to bet that I could even take you out for coffee while we're there, without having to worry about the end of the world or disgruntled pink birds," he added.

[vanillajello]

"You say that now, and then it turns out there's like, pink parrots at the coffee shop, or something else outlandish," Kate said, snickering.

Such an optimist.

"But we could totally try. Has to be less likely to get weird than in Fandom, right?"

[wwiii]

"At least, that's the hope."

Here would be where Warren should have looked around for something wooden to knock on, perhaps.

"This place and its insanity can't possibly follow us all the way to the Bahamas, right?"

[vanillajello]

"Well, there are a lot of us going..." She let the thought trail off. "No, I'm sure it can't follow us."

Kate had never heard about how some weird things affected alumni as well. This was probably a good thing.

[wwiii]

Probably a very good thing. The last thing that Warren needed was to go on vacation fearing that he could turn into a pigeon at any moment, or worse.

"It's our vacation. I'm taking it as a vacation from the island's weirdness every bit as much as I'm taking it from the winter weather. It was summer back home before I wound up here. I want that back."

[vanillajello]

"Oh, that sucks," Kate said. Then she raised an eyebrow. "And I didn't even know you're time-displaced." Beat. "Or that I know how to use the term 'time-displaced'."

[wwiii]

"It's not really something that shows up in normal conversation, is it?" Warren laughed a little and gave his head a shake. "I'm a little displaced, yeah. I'm from a couple of years in the future, actually. Which doesn't mean much, really, except that everything on TV consists of reruns."

[vanillajello]

"Well that must suck. But then, sometimes I feel like the majority of it is reruns even to those of us who are from this time," Kate remarked, snickering.

"You know, for a while, I used to introduce myself with 'Kate Gregson, from Overland Park, Kansas, and 2009', 'cause that got all the necessary specifics out straight away. But then I didn't introduce myself at all when we met."

[wwiii]

"Just to make up for all of those introductions before the fact, I bet," Warren laughed. "I managed to get your name out of you eventually, so I'll cope somehow with being the guy who didn't get half of your life story right up front."

He was a trooper, that way.

"Me, I've just given up on telling people my whole name. Too much of a mouthful for the folks around here."

[vanillajello]

"Not like they need it all, anyway," Kate pointed out. "We don't actually go around adressing each other by our whole names. It would be weird."

[wwiii]

"And it's not really like being a Worthington gets me any special privileges around here," Warren agreed. "So there's not really much of a point in namedropping, anyhow."

Which he was completely fine with, actually.

[vanillajello]

"That's the whole you're not special aspect of this place in action, again," Kate noted, nodding. "It works both ways. You'll just have to get by on your winning personality here."

[wwiii]

"It's definitely been a winning enough personality to get me on a couple of coffee dates with a pretty girl," Warren replied, shooting Kate a grin. "As ill-fated as they were. That definitely has to count for something."

[vanillajello]

Kate laughed. "I could counter that with 'what if I'm easy?' ...But why would I ever do that? I'm not easy, so yeah, has to be down to your charm."

[wwiii]

"My ego and I thank you for that." He even gave a bit of a bow, at that. Which was made all the more dramatic considering the wings at his back, and all.

He was absolutely a showoff even when he didn't entirely intend to be, yes.

[vanillajello]

It was obviously in his very nature.

Kate just grinned. "Always happy to help with people's egos. Especially people as charming as you."