fandomhighdorms | 3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

It was definitely going to be one of those evenings. One of those weird ones. The sort that reminded unsuspecting passers-by that, in no uncertain terms, they were living on Fandom Island.

How did it manage such a thing?

Well, that there were two boys in the common room, exchanging gossip, probably wasn't all that new. That they were in their underwear, on the other hand, was probably an indication that things were a little off. One of the boys, the one who was wearing the world's most boring grey boxer shorts, was at least still wrapped in black leather from his nose down to his navel. The other, in white briefs, had his large white wings folded behind him.

Both of them were quite comfortable on the floor, surrounded by cushions from the couch, sparkly make-up, and girly teen magazines. Warren was painting his fingernails in a vivid shade of sparkly blue. Jono was hugging a pillow to his chest, reaching over occasionally to pet a bewildered kitten with a big pink bow around her neck, while reading off the questions to an 'Is He Really Into You' quiz to Warren.

By the end of the quiz, it became apparent that whoever 'he' was, they simply weren't as into Warren as he might have hoped, and with an indignant squeal of "Omigod! Not fair," the winged one capped his nail polish, reached for his pillow, bounced to his feet, and let Jonothon have it.

Oh, it was on.

[I totally blame

glacial_witch and

trigons_child for this one. The common room is open, for anyone who wants to either rescue the boys from this indignity, pull out a video camera, or join in the pillow fight!]

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"Like, totally!"

... And then, it was like all madness ground to a temporary halt.

Jonothon stared at Alexander. Warren stared at Alexander.

And then they both wailed and flung their pillows at him in unison.

"Like, no boys allowed!"

//Ohmigod, gross!//

"Pervert!"

... Sorry, Alex.

There was a moment right before he was pelted with pillows that Alexander seriously wished he'd just gone for take-out.

And then he was just trying to deflect pillows. "Whatever do you mean?" he asked, tempted to throw them back. "It's a common room. And you're..."

Well, he should have to explain that they were both boys, too.

//In our pyjamas,// Jono helpfully supplied, now without pillow but totally not letting that stop him from, say, throwing a girlish fit. //And not even wearing our makeup!//

A tragedy, truly.

//Like, god, I probably totes look awful, and junk!//

"Oh, no!" Alexander offered, blushing a bit sheepishly and waving his hands if to assist his argument. "I...uh...er...assure you, you don't look awful."

He paused, frowning deeply.

"Just confusing..."

And now, Alexander, you had just earned the saddest eyes ever.

//It's my hips, isn't it? They're not fat!! You take that back!//

This, coming from a guy who hadn't had a meal in years. Yep.

"I didn't say anything about your hips!" Alexander insisted. "And even I did, I wouldn't say they were fat."

"I would," Warren offered, so very helpfully. "Too many cheeseburgers!"

Oh, Jono was so going to throw a couch cushion at him, now.

//Like you're one to talk!//

"Neither of you have fat hips!" Alexander assured them. "Not that I honestly pay that much attention to them, but they're hardly fat."

Warren looked down at his hips. They were perfectly lovely hips, weren't they?

"I think mine are nicer, anyhow," he decided. "Wouldn't you say?"

Even if Alexander wasn't looking (they both assumed he had a girlfriend already, and if he was being loyal to her, then he was totally just being sweet!), Warren totally reserved the right to preen.

It went well with the wings.

"I...don't think I can honestly be a good judge of that, to be frank..."

Alexander just prayed that would get him off...though he was thinking it was probably a vain hope indeed.

There was a long, thoughtful pause, while Jono and Warren exchanged meaningful looks.

"Oh," Warren said, as if realization was finally dawning. "You're like that."

'That' was a word with a world of meaning, right there.

//It's okay,// Jono added, thoughtfully. //I think it's, like, pretty cool, you know?//

"...wait," Alexander said after a moment, his frown deepening. "What is it that I'm like?"

//Oh, you know,// Jono replied, helpfully, //into other things.//

Different!

It explained all the flashy clothing, too. Like the scarves!

"If by other things," Alexander said, straightening his shoulder and clearing his throat, "you mean beautiful, radiant princesses named Cassima who struggle against her own adversity to help others, then, well, yes, I am quite like that."

THOSE SCARVES WERE HIGHLY FASHIONABLE.

There was a long, thoughtful pause, right there.

//Ohmigod,// Jono suddenly intoned, his eyes going wide, //he's one of those Ren-Faire roleplay dorks!//

"Ew! Ew!"

There was apparently a very fine line that was drawn through their level of acceptance of those who were different from themselves.

"I don't even know what that means!"

It was a commonly used phrase for Alexander, yes, and he sighed, realizing the boys were clearly out of their mind due to the gremlin bite, but still...

"You know I'm an actual prince, right?" Just in case he could change their minds a wee little bit. It was kind of a point of pride of him, after all.

There was another long, thoughtful pause, right there.

...

"Really?"

Another pause.

"Really, really? Cross your heart?"

"Really, really," Alexander said with the utmost sincerity. "Cross my heart, hope to die."

He did have a sister, after all; he definitely knew that one, even if it was usually following You really, really promise you'll do this outrageous thing that I swear is totally what real princes are supposed to do, Alexander?

Just when you thought that the long pauses couldn't possibly drag on any longer.

It kind of looked like both boys were starting to salivate as they looked Alexander over in that new light. Which was an interesting accomplishment for Jono, considering.

And then, finally.

//Ohmigod! Can I have your autograph!?//

Alexander tried, he truly did, very, very hard not to laugh, but it was just not hard enough.

"I don't know...." He said, and then he thought of the opportunity to use this to his advantage on Monday, and went with, "Have you got a pen?"

Oh, Warren was totally going to go to the frat meeting on Monday wearing a large hat and a fake moustache or something. That would disguise him, right?

"I have one! Oh, I do!"

Somewhere. Probably not in his underpants.

Nope, there he went, running off to find it.

[Darn this living in the future thing. Bedtime for me!]

Oh, yes, that would totally work.

"Ah, excellent," Alexander said, trying very hard to divert his eyes as Warren went running off in his undies. "Who shall I make them out to?"

//To Joanne,// Jono replied, seizing the opportunity to get all of the attention to himself while Warren was away. //J-O-A-N-N-E. Like that!//

Yep. Just like that.

3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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