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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If she went and fell asleep on him, odds were high that he'd be right along after her, at this rate.

"I'm not in any hurry to see you leave." The small circles that she was drawing on his chest were countered with some soft tracings with his fingers along the small of her back. "This... I like."

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"It's odd how we went from lunches to dinner to this," she said. "I can't quite trace it. I mean, I guess it is the expected order of things but I feel like I took a really big turn and I'm not quite sure where. Does that make sense?"

Hopefully he'd understand it was a good turn, a wonderful, thrilling, if surprising turn.

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"Perfect sense," Warren agreed, exhaling softly, contentedly. "Did this sneak up on you like it snuck up on me?"

In a good way, of course. Good, good sneaking.

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"I was ambushed!" Karla said, giggling quietly. "Just walking down the campus and suddenly something came up and struck me from behind."

A good concussion! Really!

"And I blinked once or twice and the whole world had shifted slightly. To where being held by you feels like the most natural thing ever."

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"Then I guess there's only one thing to do," Warren said, so very solemnly, honest. "I guess we're going to have to stay right here, like this."

There was a pause, and then he was laughing a little as well. A soft chuckle seemed to play wonderful counterpoint to that giggle of hers.

"Forever."

Or at least until one of them developed a cramp or had to pee.

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Or Karla had to eat something. Don't make her resort to cannibalism, Warren. It will just end poorly.

Though with that healing factor...

"We'll flunk all our classes!" Karla said, trying to sound appropriately shocked. "And our friends will have to file into the cabin if they want to see us again." She giggled again. "But it's worth it."

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"People can bring us our homework. I can take courses that I didn't mean to sign up for from the comfort of the Spree Living Room, directly underneath you."

Not dirty.

Mostly.

"Well, I think that it's worth it, at least."

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"But what about when we move back from the cabins?" Karla asked tragically. "And the snows come and the winds and the rains? Are these cabins even heated?"

Karla was willing to suffer a lot for love--or, at least, snuggles--but just because she came from a Territory named Glacia, it didn't mean she actually liked winter.

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And she had a very valid point, really.

"If it comes to that, I could pick you up and carry you to someplace warmer," Warren offered, ever the gentleman.

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"My hero," Karla said, swooning a bit on his lap. "You know, I was very fond of those islands we visited on Spring Break. Though I guess the heated dorms would work just as well."

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There was a long pause there, and then Warren had to put extra effort into just not cracking up entirely.

"You're suggesting that we should just fly South for the winter?"

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"Well, it would be a lot warmer--" It took a second before Karla got the joke, but she started laughing as soon as she did. "It's at least fitting!" she protested.

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"Well, fine. But we're leaving before the geese do. I'm not going to let them freeload by riding my wake all the way to the Bahamas," Warren decided.

...

"Besides, geese are mean."

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"Geese are mean," Karla said at the exact same time Warren did. She laughed again. "You don't have to tell me," she said. "I've had my fair share of run-ins with waterfowl. I think I might have earned the permanent animosity of the flamingos in the park."

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"I don't go to the park anymore," Warren laughed, "after they chased Kate and I out while we were just trying to drink coffee and watch the pretty pink things."

There was a definite 'time spent with Kate goes horribly wrong' trend going on, here.

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Clearly, than Fandom gods were trying to tell them something. They just hadn't been listening.

"I like the playground," Karla admitted. "And taking care of the flowers and things. I just give the pond a wide berth." She dropped her eyes and tried not to blush. "We sorta almost nearly got arrested in the pond," she admitted.

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"Arrested?" There was a moment there, where once again Warren demonstrated his capacity to open his mouth and say words before his brain supplied the proper ones. "By flamingos?"

In all fairness, it was totally possible here on Fandom Island.

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"By the Fandom police," Karla said in a very small voice. "Possibly on behalf of the flamingos? Dinah, Momoko, and I were sort of...having an epic battle in the pond. They were trying to get the pieces back that I had burgled from the art gallery."

Wait. Perhaps yet more context was needed. "Burgled with permission," she clarified.

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Well. That got a weird look from Warren, yes.

"They gave you permission to steal their stuff?"

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"Wouldn't that make it borrowing? Or just... a gift?"

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"Yes, they did, but no, it was burgling," Karla explained. "Okay, so Dinah and Momoko both want to go into police work, sorta," which was code for 'they're superheroes but I can't tell you that' "and both of them live in worlds where sometimes, the law enforcement has to go up against people with powers. So we agreed that to give them some practice with that, I'd pretend to be a criminal and they'd have to stop me."

...It should be stated, for the record, that this was another one of Karla's 'brilliant plans.'

"So I got permission from Sophie to burgle the gallery. She said it would make an excellent test of her alarm system. Then I dressed up like a supervillain and tried to heist." Heist was now a verb, apparently. "...I wasn't as sneaky as I thought, though, and I accidentally tripped an alarm. The police caught up with us as we were having an epic battle. In the flamingo pond."

See? This all made perfect sense!

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It was time for another patented Worthington Long Silence.

"You know," Warren said at length, "that actually sounds really fun."

This could not possibly end well.

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"Up until the police hauled us down to the station and we had to call Professor Cabot to be our lawyer? It was!" Karla said, nodding. "Well, okay, and discovering wet leather chafes is also less than fun."

It was going to end in tears, but until it did, it would be both awesome and epic.

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"I've made it a personal vow to never end up in tight leather or spandex bodysuits," Warren shared, because this was absolutely a reasonable segue, why? "No matter what Bobby says. I'm aerodynamic enough in the clothing I already have."

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"I think my logic was something like well, if I have a leather catsuit in my closet, I might as well wear it," Karla said cheerfully. "And what better opportunity than when I'm being an evil supervillain."

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And now Warren was forming the necessary mental image. His imagination was working overtime, today.

"... Why do you have a leather catsuit in your closet?"