The Roof of the Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

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Finally, that whole mess with the school board had been sorted out, and Warren was free to wander around wherever he wanted without worrying about who was getting an eyeful of wing. Okay, sure, so it meant that the last week of his high school career had been a bit of a wash, since having to run around with an image inducer turned on all the time had been something of a mood killer, but now he had a little bit of time before grad in order to just appreciate his last little bit of time here on the island.

Naturally, this was the week that spring caught up with him and he started molting.

This afternoon, Warren could be found sitting shirtless on the roof and fidgeting, the occasional feather drifting down to settle beside him.

"I hate everything."

No, he didn't really. But regrowing feathers was agonizingly itchy business.

[Open roof is open!]

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Warren had never eaten soup from a can in his life. Odds were, if it wasn't for modern art, he probably wouldn't really be aware that such a thing even existed.

"I don't see why not," he mused, pulling out his phone. "I mean, if they're coming here anyhow, it'd just be one more thing to carry. And it would be something a little more substantial than soup to eat."

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"You're a godsend," Quinn told him. "Thank you, my knight in feathery armor."

She wasn't sure she'd have enough of an appetite for the rolls, but even smelling fresh bread was therapeutic.

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"Anything I can do for a damsel in distress," Warren chuckled, dialling his phone and placing the order. It only took a minute, with him telling the utensil on the other end of the line that he'd just fly down to meet whoever came to deliver, and then he grinned at Quinn after hanging up. "Maybe I have totally selfish motives. Maybe I just like the company."

He didn't have to be miserable alone, this way!

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"I don't hate the company either," Quinn smiled back at him, after a brief and oh-so-attractive coughing fit. "What's with your feathers, anyhow? And how are you otherwise?"

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So help Warren, he actually blushed a little at that.

"Um. It's kind of a... bird thing," he replied, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand. "Like how dogs shed, birds lose their old feathers so that new ones can come in..."

Which was so attractive.

"I mean, it's annoying, but except for that, I'm fine. Maybe a little anxious for grad, I guess?"

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"Say no more," Quinn said dryly, waving off further details about Warren's bird issue. "Anxious, really? I want to be excited, but ... I kind of keep realizing I'll miss people here. I'm going sentimental in my old age."

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Warren nodded a little in understanding.

"Karla doesn't graduate until next year," he shared. "And Bobby is probably going to want to go home to his own world, and Tony to his, and... You always hear about people going different ways after high school, but that's just... different sides of the country or whatever. Here, it's different worlds, times, realities, universes..."

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Now it was Quinn's turn to nod in agreement.

"I've had the same roommate ever since I got here," she said. "I know her pretty much better than anybody. And .... Claudia's going to one of the Dakotas, and I'll be in Ohio and then Connecticut. We'll say we'll stay in touch, but does that ever really happen?"

She pushed her hair up. "And then there's Puck, but that's a totally different issue. Not that the alternate universe thing helps."

[OOC: Night!]

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Warren frowned a little. He'd lost track with so many people from here when they'd left, too. Roomies, school siblings...

"It really doesn't," he murmured. "But maybe it's at least a little easier to keep in touch with someone like a boyfriend or girlfriend after graduation? I mean, it doesn't make the relationship itself any easier, but..."

A guy had to dream, here.

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Quinn shook her head. "I'm going to Yale," she said firmly. "I won't be dating anybody until I know I can handle my classes. It's not like we were going to get married or anything, anyhow."

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Warren held up his hands in a little gesture of surrender, offering Quinn a small smile.

"And that's fair, too. Not everybody needs to make plans to settle down and marry their high school sweethearts or anything. Planning for your career, that's important too."

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Quinn, who had been wiping her nose on a tissue, offered a sheepish smile. "I just don't feel like I'm anywhere near ready to decide how my whole life will go or who I'll spend it with," she said. "I'm not even 18 yet, you know?"

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"Yeah, I know that feeling," Warren replied, nodding a little. "I mean, my entire life was pretty much planned out for me, and here I am, throwing those plans out the window. I'm just realizing now how much else there is out there. It's... big."

Understatement.

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"It's huge," Quinn answered, with feeling. "... what are you going to do instead, anyhow?"

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"For the summer? I'll probably be heading to Kaeleer with Karla," Warren explained. "She's got a lot of work to do before she's ready to try to take her home back, and I intend to be there for her when she does it. And then... college for a year. UC Sunnydale. Tara and I both got in, so at least I'm not going to be there on my own, you know? And then... more Kaeleer."

War. Oh god, he was so not ready for war.

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Quinn raised her eyebrows. "You're going to this totally different world where apparently people eat wallpaper paste, just for her? True love."

Quinn wasn't exactly an expert on Kaeleer, but she had seen Karla try to cook.

"At least California's pretty."

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"The also eat pears that are naturally infused with honey," Warren noted. "Karla's cooking is just... special."

He was trying to be nice.

"And California is probably going to be awesome. I mean, it'll be a normal school, with normal classes, and normal students. So, pretty different from Fandom. So long as I keep my wings tucked in, it'll be a nice change of pace."

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Quinn looked like she severely doubted Karla's cooking was an exception, but she was trying to be polite enough not to say anything. He had ordered soup for her, after all.

"Normal normal normal," she said dreamily. "Good luck with it."

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"And good luck with Yale," Warren replied, smiling. "That would probably be my first choice of a school, if my life had been a little different. So... congratulations for making it in."