Warren Worthington III (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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fandomhighdorms2011-03-03 03:54 pm
wwiii) wrote in fandomhighdorms2011-03-03 03:54 pm
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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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!]
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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//Ooooooh...// Jono was now doing a little victory dance, right there. //Team vampire! Oh, so cuuuute!//
The Starsmore in Jono's blood, which had a generations-long history with vampires that was less than great, was weeping a little, at that.
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The best. This was the best.
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Which was totally a vampire thing, truly. Yep.
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Yes, Jono. Commit this to paper.
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That was Warren, giggling and bouncing off in order to do just that.
//Make sure you get me the root-beer scented purple sparkly pen,// Jono called after him. Because he was terribly choosy in his writing utensils, thank you. Especially when writing love letters to fictional vampires.
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//... Rainbow ones?//
If they sparkled enough, maybe they'd totally match the vaaaampire! Oh, dreamy!
//That sounds like... like... So much fun!//
He got to play with colours, too? Like, wow!
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//Ooh, do you think we'll write back? That would be so dreamy!//
Of course, if he just went and swooned a bit here, that would look completely normal, right?
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"Um, of course he will," she assured him, hiding a smile. "You're a catch, darling."
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//You really think so?//
He kind of thought he was maybe a little flat...
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Pretty things, like the Lisa Frank notepad that Warren was running back with. Awww, rainbow kittens!
"Okay, I have everything," Warren announced, proudly.
[Curse the future! It's bedtime- Is SP okay?]
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[SP is made of gingerbread and rainbows!]
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"Relax," Warren replied, rolling his eyes and making a point to look about as put-upon as possible. He lived a rough life, here! "I brought the whole pencil case, duh."