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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[trigons_child]

Pink? Pink?

"We could do that," she said hesitantly.

Oh, the sacrifices she'd make for love.

[furnaceface]

//Oh, and I can put some of those sparkly extensions into your hair!//

See what you'd gotten yourself into, Raven? Do you see?

[trigons_child]

"Sparkly?" Raven repeated. "Do you not have anything dark?"

All right, maybe she was getting in over her head. Somehow her father seemed easier to face than pink and sparkly.

[furnaceface]

//Dark? Oh, no, no, no, something light would totally bring out your eyes,// Jono insisted.

Because he cared, Raven. He cared about you.

[It is soooo bedtime, over here. SP?]

[trigons_child]

"Very well, if you wish," Raven said. Never doubt her love, Jono. NEVER. "But I am shy...I would feel better if we were in your room."


[I am le exhausted from late night baby shenanigans, so it'll be an early night for me as well I suspect. :) SP is fiiiiiine!]

[furnaceface]

Jono contemplated this for a moment, and then managed a bit of a smile, one of those little crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

//Well, if you want to. I bet we could, like, totally find you something cute to wear to match, too!//

Good luck with that, Jonothon.

[trigons_child]

Raven was going to make so many sad faces at Jono about this later.

She managed not to make a face now. She'd endured the bright, flowered Hawaiian dresses. She could take anything Jono threw at her now. Right? "Of course," she said, managing a smile. "I will put myself in your hands."

[furnaceface]

//Well, then you're in the best,// Jono assured her, already making his way toward the hallway. At least they only had to go up one floor, right? //I've got all of the stuff we need to make you, like, super cute and stuff!//

'Super cute and stuff.'

Jono would be so, so thankful that the video recorders that were rolling couldn't possibly catch his voice.

[trigons_child]

Jono was lucky Raven hadn't stuffed him in the netherverse until he got better.

Yet. There was still time. If he somehow produced pink nail polish she might have to take drastic measures.

"I cannot wait," Raven said. Actually, that was a lie. She could wait. A very very long time. Super cute? The horror.