The Roof, Saturday Morning

[wwiii]

Everybody had their grumpy days. Or their uncomfortable days, or their just plain wrong-side-of-the-bed days. And for any reason under the sun, really. It all depended on what was up.

What was up for Warren was spring, headed into summer. Which meant fewer layers or even just the option of lounging around shirtless, a heightened likelihood of seeing pretty girls wearing less than they were a few months ago, and, less pleasantly, a molt.

Large feathered wings were amazing, breathtaking, and absolutely liberating right up until you realized that having a pair of them meant that you'd have to deal with itching, feather dust, and pinfeathers on a seasonal basis. And so Warren had made his way up to the roof in an effort to at least minimize some of the mess in his room to spare Hinata the headache, and was now sitting on the edge, frowning at a molted four-foot long primary feather and trying to figure out what the heck to do with it as he turned it over in his hand.

This sort of thing was so much easier to deal with when his dad could just smuggle it all out through his company as 'medical waste.'

[I don't know. All I know is that I've been vacuuming up cockatiel dust for weeks now, and finally he's starting to drop real feathers so it's time to torment Warren thus. But the roof is open!]

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[wwiii]

"It chafes," Warren stated without a second thought. "Maybe I will look into finding the Professor and seeing if he'd take me in. I mean, I don't have much in the way of big flashy powers like some people do, but... Flying's something."

Wasn't it?

"I just can't picture me in tights."

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"You'd be surprised, it's a good look on a lot of people," she teased. Of course she had the best uniform.

[wwiii]

"Yeah, so I've heard," Warren laughed. "Bobby's trying hard enough to get me into some, already. I think I'm about an inch away from just cracking and getting some. But if I do that, I'm going to do it on my own terms."

... He wasn't certain what his own terms were, just yet. He supposed they pretty much began and ended with, 'Not powder blue spandex.'

[notavalleygirl.livejournal.com]

"Now I have to wonder: is he trying to get you into tights for costume purposes, or just to see if you'll actually do it?" Because she could be on board for both things.

[wwiii]

"Knowing Bobby?" Warren took that into serious consideration for a moment. "Probably all of the above. And maybe so that he can tease me about how I look in them, too, for good measure."