3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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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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Warren let loose a squeal of girlish glee when Jonothon got pummelled by the pillow on both sides. And then turned to Karla, a look of scandalized woe on his face as her words sank in.

"I totally can," he protested. "That is, like, not even a little fair!"

And besides, the same quiz in the issue of Seventeen that he'd been flipping through had insisted that his crush was totally hot for him, and stuff!

[glacial_queen]

"I'm sorry, exactly how many boyfriends do you have right now?" Karla asked, absolutely planning on using this answer against him later.

Calling the pillow back with Craft, she swung it at Warren this time. "Don't worry. I'm sure you have an astral sense of humor."

Meeeeeean.

[furnaceface]

Oh, Karla, you had just totally made Jonothon's day. The joy in his voice was... actually almost frighteningly genuine, and he even clapped his hands as he bounced on his toes.

//If she had her way, she'd be kissing all the guys, like, ever!//

"Well, we can't all be you, can we?"

//It's not my fault your butt's so big!//

"Go eat another hamburger and say that again!"

This could go on a while.

[glacial_queen]

If Karla were a better person, she would resist egging them on, she really would.

...Karla wasn't that good of a person, no.

"Now, now, Jono. No reason to be nasty. I mean, not every male wants a female with hips the size of a barn," she said, with a significant glance downward. "Don't you people have a saying about throwing rocks at glass or something?"

[furnaceface]

//Omigod, you don't really mean that!// Jono actually did an impressive job of sucking in his gut, all things considered.

... He was practically concave, like that. It was a bit disconcerting.

//I'm not fat! I'm just big-boned!!//

Warren, naturally, was now tittering girlishly.

[glacial_queen]

Karla winced at the sucking in thing. It was just...really weird to watch.

"Now then, really. Is there any point to tearing one another down? Especially over males? The only thing that happens is that you have hurt feelings on either side. And no matter how pretty you are, you just look mean."

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"Yeah, but she started it," Warren sulked.

Yes. He was totally working up a good sulk, now.

"She added up the answers wrong! She must have!"

[glacial_queen]

"Well, then we obviously have to take the test again, don't we?" Karla suggested. "And I'll watch you two to make sure that there's no cheating. Doesn't that sound fair?"

And hilarious? For her?

[furnaceface]

Totally hilarious! ... Er... Fair!

//Oooh, that would work,// Jono replied, clapping his hands and bouncing happily at the suggestion. //But watch out! She gets mean when it looks like she isn't going to get her booooooooyfriend to kiss her!//

[glacial_queen]

"Boyfriend?" Karla said, quirking up an eyebrow about that. "You'll have to tell me all about him while Jon--err, Jo looks up the quiz again."

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"Oh, he's, like, totally dreamy, but he's not my boyfriend," Warren pouted, while Jono skipped off to dig up the quiz from the magazine again. "Yet."

//Someone's in deniiiial!//

"Shut up!"

[glacial_queen]

"Hush, Jono," Karla chided, because she was having a hard enough time keeping a straight face as it was. "No, no, Warren. Please go on. I want to hear all of this."

She grabbed the nail polish and held it up for them. "Keep talking and I'll fix some of the damage to your nails."

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"Oooo!"

And there went Warren, giving his hands a clap before plopping himself down on the floor beside Karla. Because, clearly, the best place in the world to do one's nails with a friend was on the floor!

"Well, okay, he's, like, so cute, okay? He's got the most amazing blue eyes and his hair is great, and, between you and me? I think his dad is so, so totally loaded."

Because, you know, a hot boy with a rich dad should be a selling point for Warren.

[glacial_queen]

Now Karla was wondering if Warren had a crush on his mirror or something. "Oooh, a rich father, huh?" she asked. "Fancy." She took his hand and started taking the nail polish off. "Tell me more."

To Jono, she added, "Do you have that quiz yet?"

[furnaceface]

//I do!//

For a guy who insisted up and down that he couldn't sing anymore, Jono sure as hell managed the impressive singsong voice as he made his way back toward Warren and Karla.

He was walking like there was totally some junk in his trunk.

There was something terribly wrong about that.

//Flipped open to the right page, and, like, everything.//