Spree Living Room, Sunday Afternoon

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What was a rich guy to do when he was stupidly bored, making faces at the fact that his normally four-person cabin was down to two and a hedgehog, and wanted to get his hands on something to help take the edge off?

Well, the cabins were named after candy, after all. And, while Warren had never really had the chance to indulge in, say, certain brand-names of candy while growing up, there was nothing keeping him from doing so now, right?

In spades?

Look, he had no frame of reference for things like, 'that is way too much money to spend on way too much candy.'

And that was why he was carrying a case of Spree into his cabin today. He'd been inspired.

This could only end in stomach ache.

[For the cabinmate! Unless you have some reason to be in Spree!]

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"That completely depends on whether or not you're here to interrogate me, or laugh at me for gluing myself to a wall."

Yes. That was an excellent way to say hello to the pretty girl you like, Warren.

"So, what trouble didn't you get into, then?"

[glacial_queen]

"I didn't know either was an option, but I'm going to go with the second option," Karla decided, grinning at him from the doorway. "You glued yourself to a wall?"

Which was an excellent way to ignore that other pesky question that her greeting really ought to have made it clear that she'd been good all weekend. Really!

"Though if I'm not wanted, I can always go back to my cabin..." she said, pretending to pout.

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"There's a whole couch," Warren pointed out, shimmying over a little bit and gesturing to the empty spot beside him. "You're more than welcome to it, Karla."

And now it was time for both of them to dance around subjects that they'd brought up on their own anyhow. Right?

"Since I'm not stuck to the wall anymore, and all."

[glacial_queen]

"I get the whole thing?" Karla asked, skipping over to the couch and sprawling out on it. And if that just so happened that she ended up with her head resting on Warren's shoulder? Lucky coincidence.

"So, I want to hear all about this gluing mishap," she said, smiling. "And who's been interrogating you now? I swear, I left all my relatives in Kaeleer."

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Head on shoulder? Happy place. Warren could live with this particular arrangement, yes. Easily.

"Raven," he replied, smiling at her and shrugging the shoulder that she wasn't propped up against. "And the glue thing was... Well."

He pointed toward the wall that had their masterpiece Spree mural on it. Near the bottom were the remnants of a couple of feathers, as well.

"Not my crowning achievement, let's say."

[glacial_queen]

"Is that...candy on the walls?" Karla asked, peering at their mural. It looked tasty, discarded feathers aside. "Do I even want to know?"

She didn't really think she did. Except for that part where she totally did, because it sounded hilarious.

"Your poor wings. They've been so abused this week!" she chided. She lightly brushed her fingers along the one closest to her. "I guess you really do need someone to keep an eye on you, don't you?"

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"I'm beginning to wonder," Warren admitted, laughing softly. "That is candy, yeah. This cabin's namesake."

...

"Which I have plenty of. Please take some. The less candy I have to eat myself, the less chances for me to accidentally glue myself to walls when I bend over, reaching for more candy. Tara and I were bored."

[glacial_queen]

"Fortunately for you, I never say no to candy," Karla said, trying very hard not to laugh. "And here I was thinking that you and Tara were the responsible ones of these pairings! But I'm willing to bet that Bobby and Kennedy have yet to glue themselves to the cabin."

She shook her head, calling some of the candies over to them via Craft. She was comfy and had no desire to move. "Should I share with you?" she asked. "Or will that just lead to further danger?"

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"Kennedy doesn't have opposable thumbs," Warren pointed out, "and Bobby's not even on the island. It would take a lot of skill for either of them to accomplish that."

He had a point. Sort of. If you squinted.

"And the buzz from all of the sugar I've been eating is starting to wear off," he added. "If you want to share, I wouldn't protest. And if you don't, I might end up just falling asleep like this."

It would be cozy.

[glacial_queen]

Karla's thoughts were also trending towards how cozy it would be to fall asleep like this. She wasn't crashing from a sugar high, just a weekend of hiking, fighting, and then walking around Rome.

All right, she might share a few and then figure out where to go from there.

She shifted a bit, tucking her feet up on the couch and leaning a little more heavily on Warren--he'd speak up if he minded, right?--before offering some of the candies to him. "Well, that explains the gluing yourself to the wall bit. Now what was that about Raven coming to interrogate you? Raven's not really the interrogatey-type."

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"You have a lot of people who care about you enough to speak up," Warren replied, shrugging lightly and holding out his hand for the offered candy.

No, he totally didn't mind her leaning on him this way. It was comfortable.

"Raven is one of them. She wanted to make sure that I didn't have any bad intentions."

[glacial_queen]

"Not even a few bad intentions?" Karla teased. "One or two? If not 'bad' intentions, exactly, how about some mischievous ones? Tricksy intentions? Perhaps-not-entirely-pure intentions?"

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"Well, if they weren't entirely pure, I wouldn't have told Raven," Warren pointed out. "I barely know her."

For that matter, he really didn't tell Bobby or Bod, either. And he didn't have many other 'guy friends' on the island that he could talk about that sort of thing with.

"I don't think the mischief is much of a secret, though."

[glacial_queen]

"So no bad intentions at all then?" Karla asked, tilting her head up to look at him. "You can tell me you know. I'm good at keeping secrets."

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"I don't know," Warren mused, "are delicious lunches classified as bad intentions, nowadays? I might need a point of reference to work from. Sheltered life, and all."

He was grinning at her, yes.

[glacial_queen]

"No, those are quite firmly on the good intentions side." Karla was happy to explain these things to the poor, sheltered boy. "Picnics involve feeding me, which is always good, and prevent me from stealing food from other people, which is even better. In fact, I think the people of Fandom might owe you a thank you for undertaking such a monumental task."

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"I think I understand, now," laughed Warren, the newly enlightened. "But I might need an explanation of bad intentions, yet. I don't suppose being the getaway vehicle after a boxer raid counts, either."

[glacial_queen]

Karla pretended to think about it for a minute. "Getaway vehicle falls closer to mischievous intentions I think. Did Raven give you any ideas about what she considered bad intentions? Since her interrogation started this whole thing."

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"She mentioned our date," he replied, and then he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "I confirmed that we went on one, and mentioned that we had curry. So she asked if it was some kind of physical act."

There was a long pause, then, and he found himself grinning in spite of himself.

"We need to have curry more often."

[glacial_queen]

Karla was quiet after that. If Warren glanced down, he would see that it was because Karla was laughing silently, her hands clapped over her mouth.

"Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful!" she said eventually. "She asked you that. What on earth did she think we were doing?"

There was a joke, about whatever physical act curry translated to, it would be 'hot,' but Karla was not about to make it.

"I think wanting more curry might fall under bad intention," she decided. "At least, if we're going with Raven's definition."

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"We're going to have to have curry more often," Warren decided. "But then I have to wonder what the pineapple alludes to. And what it means if we both get extra."

[glacial_queen]

"Kisses, of course," Karla said easily. "Because they can be stolen."

She flushed a little as she caught his eye. "And because you can always ask for more."

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Well, there was a good way to get Warren blushing!

It was a good way to get Warren blushing and awkward and chewing his lip, a goofy little smile trying to assert itself as his dominant expression.

And, truth be told, it was a good way to get Warren to hold his breath as he faced her, leaning closer to her, just a little.

"I always knew there was a reason I liked pineapple so much."

[glacial_queen]

"They're sweet and soft and exciting, too," Karla breathed, keeping her gaze locked with his. "And they go well with other things, too." She tilted her face just a bit and leaned closer, too.

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"Other... things..."

He could feel her breath. And it was driving Warren crazy. Crazy enough to bridge that gap. Crazy enough to exhale in a short breath of a laugh as he bumped his nose against hers, and then closed his eyes, and then--

She had lips. His lips had to be pressing against her lips. Now.

Pineapple.