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Jonathan is in his room, doing nothing in particular.

Date: 2005-01-30 07:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
And again with the door banging, because it's starting to be a thing, but not a drunken one this time, and would Jonathan be interested to know that Warren doesn't show up at Andrew's room at odd hours like this? No? Oh, well.

Yelling too.

"Sparky, are you in? Dig your genitalia out of it's watery grave, I got you a date!"

Heeeeeere's Warren.

Date: 2005-01-30 07:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan opens the door and staaares at Warren. He asks vaguely suspiciously, "Who with?"

Date: 2005-01-30 07:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"Guess," Warren commands, triumphantly.

Date: 2005-01-30 07:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
"Okay... do I get any hints?"

Date: 2005-01-30 08:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"No, you just guess and are spectacularly wrong to the point of offending me and then I tell you it's Kitty Pryde."

Warren beams at him. He'd have drawn it out longer, but Jonathan already let him get away with suggesting that Jonathan's penis has yet to be unearthed along with the rest of him, and he doesn't feel he should push things. Small victories, small victories. He finds himself wondering, idly, if Jonathan's grave was, in fact, watery. He doesn't know. He wasn't there.

Date: 2005-01-30 08:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan's grave, such as it was, was in fact in a gravel quarry that now doesn't exist. So.

Jonathan splutters.

"Kitty Pryde? Seriously?"

Date: 2005-01-30 08:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"Yeah-huh."

Warren has that high-on-Warren look in his eyes, and plastered across his face as he informs Jonathan:

"You may begin to bow down to me at any moment."

Date: 2005-01-30 08:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan is a little bit shellshocked.

"You... she... how?"

Date: 2005-01-30 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"Because I'm your pimp, Dude. I'm your pimp," Warren claims, solemnly.

Bitch better have his money.

Kidding.

"Stop with the questions, make with the smiling."

Date: 2005-01-30 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
And Jonathan obeys, though less of a smile than a broad grin.

"Thanks, man."

Date: 2005-01-30 08:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
Warren claps him on the shoulder.

"All for you, Big Man. Andrew and I are agreed on the opinion that you should invite her to the game."

And if they were normal boys, they'd be talking about the football game, or baseball game, but as they are who they are, Warren doesn't even need to specify D&D.

Date: 2005-01-30 08:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan nods slowly.

"Going by the comics, she'd probably have fun. Did she say when she'd next be in?"

Date: 2005-01-30 08:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"Uh, no."

Because Warren's not as old hand at all this as he likes to make himself seem. He forgets the important details like when.

"But she, uh, says she's in, like, all the time, and psyched to meet you."

Date: 2005-01-30 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"And I say unto you now, as I have before: Who's the man?"

Date: 2005-01-30 08:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan rolls his eyes - not meaning it - and says dutifully, "You the man."

Date: 2005-01-30 08:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"Who's house?" Warren prompts.

Date: 2005-01-30 09:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
Warren laughs, then sighs a deeply satisfied sigh.

"So. What are you going to wear?"

Date: 2005-01-30 09:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan looks mildly panicked at that.

"Um?"

Date: 2005-01-30 09:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
That's what Warren thought.

"I suggest clothes."

Date: 2005-01-30 09:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
"Well, duh. I don't have many, though."

Date: 2005-01-30 09:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
Warren shrugs. Can't help Jonathan there.

"I could send in my lady to help you."

Because Isabel is his lady. Because Warren can't seem to shake that last teeny bit of sleeze.

Date: 2005-01-30 09:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan nods, remembering something. "Yeah, she can change clothes with her powers, right?"

Date: 2005-01-30 09:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"Yeah-huh."

He got himself a good one.

Although she doesn't generally use her powers on Warren's clothes. ...And maybe she should...

Date: 2005-01-30 09:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
"That'd be good, then. And she'll know what I should wear."

Date: 2005-01-30 09:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
Warren rubs his hands together, a rhymes:

"It's a plan, Short Man."

Date: 2005-01-30 09:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
"So do we know when we're having the game, then?"

Date: 2005-01-30 09:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
Warren rolls his eyes.

"No. Andrew slacks again."

Date: 2005-01-30 10:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan shrugs.

"Stuff keeps getting in the way here. We should help him."

Date: 2005-01-30 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"Or threaten him," Warren suggests.

Date: 2005-01-30 10:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan chuckles, knowing Warren doesn't mean it.

"Whatever works."

Date: 2005-01-30 10:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
Doesn't he?

"Because sometimes I miss the threatening."

Date: 2005-01-30 10:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
Jonathan's smile fades slightly, and he eyes him.

"Nothing serious, though. We could ransom his action figures. Does he have action figures here?"

Date: 2005-01-30 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
Warren eyes him back.

"Not like that, Dude. I just thought we could be like, you know, 'or we'll get you'. Or something."

Date: 2005-01-30 10:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
"We wouldn't break them", Jonathan protests, because, sacrilege. "Just hold them hostage until the game gets organised."

Date: 2005-01-30 10:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
Warren raises an eyebrow.

"You're evil."

Date: 2005-01-30 10:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
"Evil would be never giving them back", Jonathan says defensively.

Date: 2005-01-30 10:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthefett.livejournal.com
"I wasn't complaining," Warren says, of the moral ambiguity.

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