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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[furnaceface]

//Oh, you know,// Jono replied, helpfully, //into other things.//

Different!

It explained all the flashy clothing, too. Like the scarves!

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"If by other things," Alexander said, straightening his shoulder and clearing his throat, "you mean beautiful, radiant princesses named Cassima who struggle against her own adversity to help others, then, well, yes, I am quite like that."

THOSE SCARVES WERE HIGHLY FASHIONABLE.

[furnaceface]

There was a long, thoughtful pause, right there.

//Ohmigod,// Jono suddenly intoned, his eyes going wide, //he's one of those Ren-Faire roleplay dorks!//

"Ew! Ew!"

There was apparently a very fine line that was drawn through their level of acceptance of those who were different from themselves.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"I don't even know what that means!"

It was a commonly used phrase for Alexander, yes, and he sighed, realizing the boys were clearly out of their mind due to the gremlin bite, but still...

"You know I'm an actual prince, right?" Just in case he could change their minds a wee little bit. It was kind of a point of pride of him, after all.

[wwiii]

There was another long, thoughtful pause, right there.

...

"Really?"

Another pause.

"Really, really? Cross your heart?"

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"Really, really," Alexander said with the utmost sincerity. "Cross my heart, hope to die."

He did have a sister, after all; he definitely knew that one, even if it was usually following You really, really promise you'll do this outrageous thing that I swear is totally what real princes are supposed to do, Alexander?

[furnaceface]

Just when you thought that the long pauses couldn't possibly drag on any longer.

It kind of looked like both boys were starting to salivate as they looked Alexander over in that new light. Which was an interesting accomplishment for Jono, considering.

And then, finally.

//Ohmigod! Can I have your autograph!?//

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander tried, he truly did, very, very hard not to laugh, but it was just not hard enough.

"I don't know...." He said, and then he thought of the opportunity to use this to his advantage on Monday, and went with, "Have you got a pen?"

[wwiii]

Oh, Warren was totally going to go to the frat meeting on Monday wearing a large hat and a fake moustache or something. That would disguise him, right?

"I have one! Oh, I do!"

Somewhere. Probably not in his underpants.

Nope, there he went, running off to find it.

[Darn this living in the future thing. Bedtime for me!]

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, that would totally work.

"Ah, excellent," Alexander said, trying very hard to divert his eyes as Warren went running off in his undies. "Who shall I make them out to?"

[furnaceface]

//To Joanne,// Jono replied, seizing the opportunity to get all of the attention to himself while Warren was away. //J-O-A-N-N-E. Like that!//

Yep. Just like that.