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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[dontvotemeout]

Jason's eyes got a little wide as he wondered if karmic payback could start kicking in this quickly. "Uh, thanks?" he said uncertainly. "I mean, um, no one's said nice things about my cheekbones before."

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"Really? They frame your eyes so well," Warren chirped. "You know, I bet with a little bit of blush..."

//You're going to make him look girly,// Jono protested. //Just worry about his hair, instead!//

"... Come to think of it, a bit of gel and a comb could do wonders," Warren mused.

[dontvotemeout]

"Hey, wait," Jason said quickly, putting his hands on his head self-consciously. "The makeup and stuff is for you guys, not me. I mean...I'd hate to see it go to waste?" That probably didn't sound as convincing as he was trying for.

[furnaceface]

//Oh, but you have the most perfect lips!//

Trust Jonothon on that point, Jason. He knows these things.

//Now that you mention it, I think some gloss would look amazing on him!//

"I told you so!"

[dontvotemeout]

"If my lips are perfect, then they don't need gloss," Jason pointed out, taking a small step backwards. He didn't put his hand over his mouth, but it was a near thing. "I really don't need any makeup. Really."

[furnaceface]

//Ooh, this one smells like bubblegum!//

Jonothon was a huge fan of bubblegum!

"If you make it too difficult for her to put it on you, I could always put it on first and kiss it on," Warren offered, helpfully.

//Back off!//

At this rate, it was a wonder that they hadn't clawed each others' eyes out yet.

[dontvotemeout]

Jason probably could have turned and run, but that would have been less entertaining sort of insulting, and he was pretty sure people remembered the stuff that happened while they were under the influence of gremlins.

Jason was also pretty sure that Karla could have him killed if she really wanted to, so not making things difficult seemed like the way to go.

"Uh, if you really think I need some..." he said uncertainly. "I don't need much?" Really. No, really.

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"Yay!"

Warren should never, ever clap his hands and giggle like that again.

Ever.

"Which one do you like better? There's bubblegum, grape, and sour apple!"

Which were all pink. All of them. For reasons unknown.

[dontvotemeout]

Praying that Karla didn't still have the video camera out, he said, "Um, how about grape?" At least that was a real flavor. He was just glad it wasn't purple to match.

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"That is, like, the best choice ever," Warren shared, knowingly, as he made a reach for his cosmetics case.

... The world might never know why Warren had a cosmetics case.

"Do you need help putting it on?"

[It is bedtime here in the future! Do you mind some SP?]

[dontvotemeout]

"No, no, I can get it," Jason said, not sure how he'd end up looking if he let Warren get too close. Granted, he'd never put makeup on himself, but it couldn't be that hard, right?

[SP is awesome! *tucks you in*]

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"Oh, well, if you're suuuuuuure."

Warren was all smiles as he held out the tube of lip gloss toward Jason.

He'd made an excellent choice, in picking the grape. It shimmered.

[dontvotemeout]

Jason took the lip gloss and, after a moment of hesitation, spread a little bit of it along his bottom lip. "Is that good?" he asked, surprised by how it really did taste like grape. Maybe that was why girls didn't mind wearing this stuff.

[furnaceface]

//It's a start,// Jonothon intoned, helpfully, from where he was watching.

"You need to rub your lips together," Warren agreed, demonstrating as he pulled out a tube of shiny pink gloss and rubbed it on his own lips.

Like a pro, Jason. Like a pro.

[dontvotemeout]

It helped that rubbing his lips together helped Jason stifle any laughter that might have bubbled up as he watched Warren. "This is clearly something that requires practice. I'm glad you guys know what you're doing," he said, unable to resist.

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"Well, we have, like, plenty of practice," Warren replied, brightly. There was even a moment's pause taken to shoot a wink in Jason's direction.

//Flirt,// Jono accused.

"Shut up!"

And that would be Warren, grabbing a pillow to fling at Jono's head again.

[dontvotemeout]

Jason took the pillow flinging as an opportunity to start backing away, before a) he ended up getting hit with something, or b) the guys pulled out more makeup for him to try. "I, uh, think I'm gonna ask some of the others what they think of the lip stuff. Thanks for the tips," he said with a little wave.

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Warren only paused for a moment in his important beating of Jono with a pillow, so that he could smile, wave back at Jason, and...

... Get whomped with a pillow in turn.

Oh, you were lucky this time, Jason. Your exit was unguarded. But next time... Oh, next time...