Room 222, Saturday Morning

[wwiii]

While Warren's day typically started with a grunt and a stretch and overall reluctance to leave the comfort and warmth of his bed, today seemed to have a few extra rituals tacked on, for good measure.

The first was to sit bolt-upright, twist around, and make a grab at his alarm clock. Shit, he was late for his shift at The Paper Lantern.

The second was to sort of freeze, narrowing his eyes at the clock as he realized that this one wasn't his. This was followed by a moment to actually gather his wits, look around the room, and realize that it wasn't the only thing that wasn't his, actually.

And, upon finally making his way out of bed, opening to the door, and peering at the number on it, he found himself mildly confused but mostly unsurprised that the dorm number he'd wound up in was a floor and some doors down from the room he used to call his. At least 222 was easy to remember.

"Fandom," he grunted, shaking his head and making his way back into the room, careful to not let the little white kitten at his feet slip out into the hallway. "Go figure."

[Open for roomies or visitors of all shapes and sizes! Mmmm, AU. I missed Warren 1.0, and so, lo, here he is for the weekend.]

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[wwiii]

"Four rainbows."

Don't mind Warren, Yei. He was going to just pick you up to be certain that you didn't do anything like eat the little happy thing, now.

"Why not."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

"Crayons?" she asked hopefully as the very tall boy took the kitty away.

Kururu was completely oblivious to the fact that the kitty might possibly eat her. They were friends! She was safe!

"I could do one for you! Sign your name!"

[wwiii]

"Right. Crayons."

He was in somebody else's room. But... there had to at least be a pen in here somewhere, right? What student didn't own at least a red and blue pen.

Some poking around an expensive-looking schoolbag slung off to the corner revealed that whoever's space he was in, the other guy's name was Warren, too. And there weren't any crayons, no, but there was a binder with some lined paper on it, and a black pen.

Also expensive-looking.

"Black rainbows. Sure."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

He was going to get a very confused Kururu staring up at him at that.

Also, the pen was, like, easily double her size.

"Rainbows aren't black!"

[wwiii]

"That depends on what mood they're in."

Be nice, Warren.

"There are probably crayons in one of the common rooms, if you'd rather hang around by people," he noted, eager to find some reprieve from babysitting duty.

And stuffing her into a common room would make it a touch more difficult for the kitten to eat her, too.

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

"Mood?"

Oh, way to confuse her even worse.

But the rest of it she understood! "Crayons and people!"

Kururu flailed excitedly.

... very preschoolery, yes.

[wwiii]

... It was flailing. Happily.

This earned a sigh while Warren crouched down, holding out his hand for her to step up onto. That seemed like the safest way to get her out of here without accidentally stepping on her, at least. And it meant that he could put the mystery kitten down and pick up the paper in his other hand.

"Come on, then. Let's get you set up somewhere else."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

She scrambled onto his hand, flopping herself down and beaming up at him. Fully trusting that he wasn't going to drop her or anything--that didn't even occur to her.

"Let's go!" she cheered. "Up and away! (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1860921.html)"