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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Both of them were giggling.
It was kind of terrifying.
"We're having a sleepover! Want to join?"
Fair warning: Joining meant being chased around with pillows by mutant guys in their underpants.
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Alex was pretty sure she'd be scarred for life now.
"I think I'll sit this one out, thanks. Maybe next time."
As much as she loved eye candy, she probably wouldn't enjoy the getting hit with pillows part. No thanks.
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Hence the pillowfight. It made sense if you had seen Warren's crushing defeat in the face of mindless outdated YM questionnaires.
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She might regret asking that but hey, she was a sucker for random magazine quizzes, whatever the subject.
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That last one was totally a huge selling point.
"Joe totally loves me," Warren sighed, dreamily.
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"The Jonas Brothers quiz sounds like fun." Oh, Alex. "Joe, huh? I honestly don't know which one I pick as the cutest."
She may have done that on purpose, just to see what would happen.
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Sadface.
//He's not allowed.//
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"I might be partial to Nick."
Yes, she went there.
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"He's cute, too," Warren decided, pleased, at least, that he'd found someone who wasn't into the married one. Crushing on married men was just gross, right? Like, maybe? "He has a really cute smile."
There was a growing list of things that should never be said by a guy wearing nothing but white briefs...
[Bedtime for me! SP?]
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"Yes, yes he does." What? She really did think that! She wasn't just saying that, honest.
Hey, that just meant that Warren had good taste in men. Nothing wrong with that.
[SP is love! :D]
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... Never mind that his own hair was actually quite similar when he didn't spend forever wrestling with it. A little curly. Prone to getting a touch wild. More than a bit on the tousled side even right then.