http://tripledmyself.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tripledmyself.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2011-04-22 10:15 am

Deck | Afternoon | Friday | April 22

Even if it was chillier than previous days, Nathan wasn't going to let that stop him from eating an ice cream cone he'd picked up in town. He'd only had a few bucks on him and ended up having to make the devastatingly difficult choice between ice cream and alcohol. In the end, he'd given his liver a break for the afternoon and gone with the ice cream.

Now, his long limbs were sprawled lazily in a chair, feet up and eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. The clouds overhead would protect his fair skin from a burn even if he hadn't been wearing a soft hoodie and jeans. It was chilly but he was comfortable. He felt good.

Nathan would have liked to say he'd been busy thinking about important things but really, his mind was a complete blank save for the occasional explicit mental image that popped in there. Hey, he was a guy and that happened. He made no apologies for his dirty nature.

[Open deck so open, yes]
wwiii: (Mmmhmm :))

[personal profile] wwiii 2011-04-22 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can lift... at least twice my own body weight while flying without breaking a sweat," Warren shared, conversationally. "I mean, if somebody theoretically wanted to divebomb a store with eggs in the dead of night, and didn't feel too weird being carried around by another guy..."

See, he was totally catching on to this 'troublemaking' thing already!
wwiii: (Smileyface profile)

[personal profile] wwiii 2011-04-22 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's me all over. A shameless romantic."

... Which wasn't too far off, really, but Warren was joking too, fortunately.

"So long as you don't go and discover some sort of crippling fear of heights when we're fifty feet off the ground, I think that actually kind of... sounds like fun."

The egging. Not the illicit affair.
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[personal profile] wwiii 2011-04-22 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't dropped anybody yet," Warren assured him.

Well, he hadn't dropped anybody yet by accident. Wasn't that reassuring?

"I think so long as you don't drop your pants and decide to take a leak in mid-air while I'm carrying you, you should be fairly safe from being dropped."

Peeing in flight would be messy. Particularly if the wind changed.
wwiii: (Heeeee.)

[personal profile] wwiii 2011-04-23 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Not particularly," Warren agreed, laughing softly and shaking his head a little, not quite able to believe that they were having this conversation. "And I wouldn't be all that thrilled if you got any on my shoes while we were at it."

And he'd be way less thrilled if he got any in Warren's feathers.
wwiii: (O rly)

[personal profile] wwiii 2011-04-23 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Only the finest in pine tree-shaped colognes? I almost feel disappointed now that I never really did have that new car smell." Just the dusty corn chips smell that went with having feathers, really.
wwiii: (Big smile!)

[personal profile] wwiii 2011-04-23 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"With less than five dollars," Warren agreed, his smile going a little weird for a moment. He did have some five hundred dollar cologne. His frame of reference when it came to reasonable amounts of money to spend on things was... not really there at all. "Probably with enough change to spare to get one of the really cheap burgers at Mooby's when you're done."

So sue him. He liked their burgers.

"Great. Now I want ice cream and a pack of car fresheners."
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[personal profile] wwiii 2011-04-23 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Really, the idea is kind of brilliant in its simplicity," Warren mused. "I think at my earliest convenience, I'm going to have to go out and buy one."

A car air freshener.

Or possibly a corner store. It was always so difficult to tell when you were dealing with Warren.