3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[wwiii]

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]

"Well, don't tell them that," Karla suggested. "I bet they're even louder when they cry." She patted the floor near her. "First time spectating a gremlin bite?"

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"I've heard the many legends, of course," said Alexander, trying to look away but he found himself completely unable, as if held by some power to not miss a minute of the trainwreck. "But I have yet to experience it, first or second hand. Is this really what it's like, Karla?"

[glacial_queen]

"I hear that sometimes it's worse," Karla said, impishly. "They're not singing. Or trying to seduce anyone. Just imagine wandering into the common room and ending up on the wrong side of that."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander shuddered. And then immediately looked apologetic. "Not," he quickly said, "that I don't think some people would mind, but they're not exactly...my type. Er. Well, I wouldn't want to wander in on the wrong side of that from anyone here, to be honest..."

[glacial_queen]

Karla waved the apology away. "Warren's my boyfriend and I wouldn't want to wander in on the wrong side of that right now."

Karla liked her boyfriend to be in his right mind when they made out. And not tittering.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"So...," Alexander had a thoughtful frown on his face as he considered the two, "what happens when this...wears off?"

[glacial_queen]

"Then there's the sad realization of what they just did," Karla said, thoughtfully. "And the hiding and facepalming and the hope than everyone will be kind enough to forget what happened. I think. And possibly apologies if you offended someone."