fandomhighdorms | The Roof, Saturday Morning

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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"Why not? It's fun." Said the guy who'd recently decided to try and be with one girl. "You're missing out, grasshopper."

Ben snorted. "I don't really think so," he decided. He'd watched Jag, Jaina, and Zekk do the dance of will-she-or-won't-she most of his life and none of them had ever struck him as being particularly happy. "I like having other interests."

"It's called multitasking," Alex said, shrugging. "I can let my decisions be made with that part of my anatomy all the while having fun in some other way."

Ben had a sudden mental image of Alex playing cards while having sex and tried not to choke.

"Really," he said in a slightly strangled voice. "How does that work?"

"Thought you didn't wanna do that," Alex said, smirking. "Change your mind already?"

Ben rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to use you as a model on how to live my life," he said. "I was just wondering how you manage--as an academic exercise."

"An academic exercise?" Alex asked dubiously.

"I like learning," Ben said, nodding.

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, kid, but it ain't like learning math," Alex said. "It's not at textbook thing."

"I'm a quick learner," Ben said. "It doesn't have to be in a book."

Not that he was going to share that he'd picked up assassination in a morning...

"And you really wanna learn how to be a charming girl magnet but still retaining other hobbies?" Alex asked because Ben sure was pressing it.

"I don't have to use the skills after I learn it, so sure," Ben said with a little smile.

"Do you know how to flirt?" Alex wondered since that was important.

Did Lando impressions count? Probably not.

"Sort of?"

"Okay." That didn't sound promising. "What techniques do you use?"

"I talk to people?" Ben said, blinking. "There are techniques?"

"Yeah." Alex sent a look right back at Ben. "If you go up and just talk to them, they're gonna slot you into the little brother category, kid."

"But if I go up and try to kiss them, I get slotted into the 'comm the seccers' category," Ben pointed out.

"Well, yeah." Alex couldn't argue with that. "But you can steer away from stupidly mundane talking, you know. Spice it up."

"I'm not completely incompetent," Ben said with a little smirk. "I don't start conversations asking about the weather or anything."

"How do you start 'em?" Alex wondered curiously. "Something like 'Hi, I'm Ben, can I carry your books?'"

"It depends on the person and the situation," Ben said. "When I'm not here, my conversations tend to start with either 'duck!' or 'behind you!'"

He smiled sheepishly. "I tend to meet a lot of people mid-rescue attempt."

"How'd you get your girlfriend?" Alex asked, changing tracks.

"We kind of grew up together," Ben said. "It's complicated. She's from the same galaxy, but a few years ahead of me and was friends with my cousins. There's generally almost a fifteen year gap in age between us."

What a nice, normal relationship Ben had.

"...I don't think I can help you." That was some fucked up shit there. "Who's the older one?"

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