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Sixth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening [WARREN'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!]

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

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Initially, Warren was wearing that sort of polite smile that a person tended to wear when realizing that they'd gotten clothing for their birthday. The mandatory polite smile thing broke into a crazy-huge grin when he realized that this wasn't just a coat.

"Karla, I..." Yes, he was pulling it on, right here and now, sliding his wings through and stretching. "I don't even know what to say. This is awesome."

He laughed as he stepped forward, arms open, for a hug.

"I don't have to hide."

Karla laughed and happily stepped into the hug. "I'll have you know, I got lectured the entire time I was getting this for you," she said. "Lord Aldric was quite put out when he realized you weren't around to be measured. And I'm not allowed to get you anything else until he does. 'Each fabric has a character of its own, Lady Karla,'" she said, mimicking Aldric's mournful tone. "'I must know how each one will flow around these marvelous additions to his physique.'"

"Marvellous additions to my physique, huh?" Warren had to try that phrase out on his tongue just once, yes. "I like that."

And a squeeze before he stepped back, because hugs were just better that way, okay?

"You know, I think it fits fine, which has got to count for something."

Magnificent indeed. Fortunately for Warren, Karla didn't know him well enough to start asking whether it was true about certain bodyparts being proportional to wingspans.

~~Oh, canon.~~

"Be that as it may, that's it for clothing until you're there for him to measure," Karla replied. Which was an indirect offer and invitation, yes. "He might attack me with pins if I try for something else."

"Clothing that fits," Warren mused, looking over his shoulder at his back and grinning a little more in spite of himself. "I might have to make the trip, if everything he does is this sort of quality."

Coat! That fits!

"And, of course, I wouldn't want you to find yourself pinpricked to death."

"Good, because I would absolutely come back and haunt you," Karla informed him cheerfully. "I'd wait until you were falling asleep and attack you with phantom pinpricks. And wail, 'Geeeeeet meeeeeeasuuuuured.' It would be very spooky, I assure you."

"I'm already terrified," laughed Warren. "You can tell."

No, you really couldn't.

"My options are to be tormented by the ghost of the human pincushion and to spend a lifetime in ill-fitting clothing, or else succumb to the pressure and make a trip so that we can both be spared the discomfort. It's not an easy decision, I assure you."

"That's part of the pain of growing older," Karla said with a sympathetic smile. You have to start making some really tough choices. Don't worry, though." She clapped him on the shoulder. "You'll figure it out. I trust you."

"Somehow, I'll just have to be strong enough to bear the responsibility on my shoulders." Warren chuckled and shook his head a little. "For that flight you offered me, I think I could be persuaded to make the right decision, in the end."

Sneaky little thing, wasn't he?

"Yeah, don't think you're getting out of that," Karla warned, as if Warren's sentiments weren't exactly the opposite. "We're getting a game of Eyrien tag in within the next few days, believe me."

"And I look forward to it," Warren laughed. "Let's see how many people around here can fly. If we're going to do it, it's got to be awesome."

It was law. Really.

"My count is at least seven," Karla said, ticking them off on her fingers. "Of course, that's probably a low estimate for around here."

"There's a good chance that there are some who just aren't broadcasting it," Warren agreed. "It's not always easy to just come out, you know?"

Look, it had taken him years.

... Until he'd come here, granted.

"So I hear," Karla said, trying not to look as sympathetic as she felt. "I'm glad that Fandom's the kind of place where no one feels like they have to--even if it takes them awhile to work up the nerve. A lifetime-long habit is hard to break."

She glanced at Warren and gave a slightly self-conscious chuckle. "Says the preacher to the choir, or however that saying goes."

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