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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[glacial_queen]

"Mother Night, Dolf, if you flirt with my boyfriend, we are totally going to fight," Karla threatened from her vantage point behind one of the sofas. Well, 'threatened.' It would probably be hard for Dolf to take her seriously when she was grinning at him like that.

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

Dolf, taken completely aback, blinked several times before he actually bothered to look at Karla. "I have a girlfriend," he retorted, sanely.

[glacial_queen]

"And they both have girlfriends," Karla said, pointing at the squealing pair. "I assure you, reality has nothing to do with what's going on in this room."

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

"They are putting on nail polish," Dolf said, after a pregnant pause. "If that's what they want to do... then probably you should accept it is reality?"

[glacial_queen]

And Karla was just going to laugh so hard she got tears in her eyes. Which was very helpful, certainly. "Gremlins..." she wheezed. "Though...happily...share polish...anytime..."

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they just like the nail polish," Dolf defended. "They should be able to dress up like how they want."

[glacial_queen]

"It's okay, Dolf," Karla said, simultaneously amused and touched by how quickly he was ready to jump to their defense. "You're talking to a female who likes other females. I get it. But, trust me, this isn't them. For one thing, Jono would only paint his nails black."

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

"...Well, that definitely isn't black," Dolf had to acquiesce, squinting at him. "How are you sure?"

[glacial_queen]

"I think I know Jono and Warren well enough to be pretty sure," Karla said, with a nod. And grinning. "Pretty sure."