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]

"I would be lying if I said I never thought of running away to Canada," Warren laughed, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest. "Either there, or, I don't know..." He waved a hand vaguely in the air, looking for another place name off the top of his head. "Timbuktu. But I'd probably do better in Canada, considering I actually know that much about it."

It helped that Canada was so much closer to New York than Timbuktu was.

[therewaslife]

"I don't know, I think either you or I might stick out in any place for various different reasons," Bod replied, smiling a bit. "That's not always a bad thing...until it is."

[wwiii]

"You because of your shoulders and your weird accent. Me because of my," he shot Bod a hopeless grin, "charm and ridiculously stunning good looks. At least we're doing alright here, so far."

[therewaslife]

"If we ever formed a partnership, we could be quite successful considering those skills you just listed are good ones," Bod joked, smirking. "Of course, I don't know...what we'd use them for."

[wwiii]

"For good, not evil," came Warren's reply. "That much is obvious, isn't it? From there... I have no idea. If we're talking some sort of business venture, at least we're in capable hands."

He had enough business knowhow by virtue of being a Worthington to get some sort of entrepreneurial thing or other off the ground. And enough money in the bank to bail it out if it happened to go buns-up. Handy, that.

[therewaslife]

"And if we failed, well, I think we'd have fun while doing so," he said, nodding. "Which wouldn't really make it a failure more than...an unsuccessful attempt."

[wwiii]

"See, so it's all in the outlook," Warren agreed. "Now I guess the question is, what in the world do we do with our amazing shoulders and masculine jawlines?"

... Or whatever.

[therewaslife]

"I...have no idea," Bod admitted, snickering. "Take over the world?"

[wwiii]

"Brilliant!"

And they didn't even have to start with Canada. Not when it was the both of them on the task, after all.

"In the name of truth and justice, and maybe an extended swimsuit season every year. My dad's got a place in California."

Which he was avoiding like the plague at the moment, but that was entirely beside the point.

[therewaslife]

"Now, I think I have to warn you that I've never attempted a world takeover before so you might have to lead and I'll follow," Bod advised him.

[wwiii]

"Well, how difficult could it possibly be? I'm sure that once we start advertising that swimsuit season part, the rest will call right into place."

Said the guy who wouldn't dare participate in swimsuit season anywhere but right here on this island.

[therewaslife]

"I've found that the easiest things can be very difficult," he laughed, shaking his head, "but I'm always willing to try. You can't know if it'll work until you've tried."