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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It was possibly a very sad thing that they both actually knew the names in the first place. Or maybe it was just something that the venom was happy to provide.
That venom was mean, mean stuff.
[Bedtime! Sp okay?]
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[OOC: Totally.]
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//You can have Nick,// Jono decided, with an air of finality about it. //That way, none of us are left out.//
Because, you know, he was terribly certain that Ben would be absolutely heartbroken if he couldn't have a Jonas Brother, too.
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"But I don't like Nick!" Ben protested. "His hair is scary."
That was Justin Bieber, Ben.
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Jono, on the other hand, looked a little put-off by the protest. And not just because his own hair was inclined to go the way of Nick's if he didn't take the time to load it up with product.
//Well, you can't have Kevin,// he decided, crossing his arms over his chest. //I've already called dibs.//
"Real mature, Jo."
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//Well... Okay.//
And if he lost the battle over the married Jonas Brother, he was totally going to demand the best two out of three.
He held out a hand, balled into a fist.
//Ready when you are!//
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//Best two out of--//
"Hey, he won fair and square," Warren interrupted, tapping a foot on the floor and raising an eyebrow pointedly. "Besides, I still think that chasing after a married man is, like, totally gross."
There was a moment taken, there, while Jono worked his way through Warren's logic. And then shrugged, apparently seeing some merit in there.
//Fine. Besides, Nick totally has a cuter nose.//
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