3rd Floor CR, Sunday Afternoon

[bitten_notshy]

Playing with wee Tony the afternoon before had been enough to convince Jack he should watch the entire Space Battles trilogy. It seemed to be valuable cultural knowledge ... and apparently it had a princess tied up while wearing a gold bikini in it.

He ordered a few pizzas in case some of the lurking children needed to be fed, took a slice of pizza with extra cheese, and settled onto the couch in the common room as the DVD started to play.

[OOC: Open common room, of course!]

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[wwiii]

The chuckle? Was now an actual, honest-to-goodness laugh, and Warren even felt compelled to stoop over in a bow at that statement, because how could he not?

"Your Majesty," he said. "I live to serve."

[longislandiceme]

"You got some ice cream?" Bobby perked up at that, taking the statement rather literally.

[wwiii]

"Well, not on me." He stretched his wings slightly, to demonstrate that he was, in fact, ice cream free. "But I don't see why we can't take a quick flight over to the Chilly Boulder so I can buy you a cone, if you really want."

Because Warren had the self-preservation instincts of a retarded lemming.

[longislandiceme]

"Yeah?" Bobby bounced. "That would be best ever."

[wwiii]

"Alright," Warren laughed, shaking his head a bit. "We'll do that, then. Did you want more pizza, first?"

Because if he could fill Bobby up with something that wasn't packed with sugar first, then he'd totally do just that.

[longislandiceme]

"Ummmm," Bobby considered. "ONE more. Gotta leave room for ice cream!"

[wwiii]

"One more," Warren agreed, smiling and shrugging his shoulders. "I'll wait here until you're finished, okay?"

[longislandiceme]

Yeah, Bobby downed that pizza slice in record time. "OKAY DONE can we go get ice cream now?"

[wwiii]

Warren was gaping, yes. That was impressive.

"I think I've seen feeding frenzies on the Discovery Channel that took longer than that," he shared, shaking his head and smiling before nodding to the door. "Come on, Bobby. We'll head up to the roof and go from there."

[longislandiceme]

"Awesoooooome," Bobby enthused, doing his best to tug Warren out the door. Which was... sort of difficult given the size difference, but not about to stop him from trying. "Can we go really fast?"

[wwiii]

"We'll go as fast as I can," Warren laughed, stumbling along after the boy doing the tugging. "I'll throw a few dives and loops in for good measure, if you're good."

[longislandiceme]

"I am always good," Bobby insisted.

No, no he wasn't.

[wwiii]

"That remains to be seen, Drake." And now they were plodding along up the stairs.

Warren had total faith that Bobby could behave. Really.

[longislandiceme]

It was always good to have faith in one's friends!

"You sound like someone's mom when you say that," Bobby scoffed. So polite.

[wwiii]

So totally!

"Someone's mom? Really? Can't I at least sound some someone's dad, instead?"

[longislandiceme]

"I dunno," Bobby frowned. He didn't really like his own dad very much, after all. But he did like Warren. "If you want," he decided, going for a compromise of sorts.