Above the Park, Thursday Afternoon

It was weekly ritual, practically, for Warren to bring cheeseburgers to Hinata on the grounds that, if they were going to be roomies, they had better at least eat a meal together occasionally while they were in the cabins so that they wouldn't drive one another nuts once they returned back to the dorms. Not that it was terribly likely that they would, granted, but it also gave Warren an excuse to seek out awesome company in the way of a good friend, and so that was the story that he was going to stick to.

What wasn't ritual was the suggestion that they eat outside. But it seemed like a nice enough day, it would have been a shame to waste. Not to mention Warren's unfortunate habit of thumping his wings against alcove walls while they were inside.

The Splicers that had attacked not more than ten minutes after they'd found their way to the park to eat had been... unexpected, at best. And, in the face of some seriously nasty people who seemed hell-bent on gutting them, Warren had done the first thing that jumped into his mind, grabbing his roomie and taking flight.

How unfortunate, really, that hitting the breaks while on the wing was more or less impossible. Especially when the object you were trying to avoid was pulling you in.

Where there had been a winged boy and a ninja a moment before, now there was only sky, a lingering sense of wrongness, and a few feathers, drifting lazily back down toward the ground.

[Establishy and NFI, naturally. Hinata was modded with permission, and woo, two birds with one stone!]

Above the Park, Thursday Afternoon

It was weekly ritual, practically, for Warren to bring cheeseburgers to Hinata on the grounds that, if they were going to be roomies, they had better at least eat a meal together occasionally while they were in the cabins so that they wouldn't drive one another nuts once they returned back to the dorms. Not that it was terribly likely that they would, granted, but it also gave Warren an excuse to seek out awesome company in the way of a good friend, and so that was the story that he was going to stick to.

What wasn't ritual was the suggestion that they eat outside. But it seemed like a nice enough day, it would have been a shame to waste. Not to mention Warren's unfortunate habit of thumping his wings against alcove walls while they were inside.

The Splicers that had attacked not more than ten minutes after they'd found their way to the park to eat had been... unexpected, at best. And, in the face of some seriously nasty people who seemed hell-bent on gutting them, Warren had done the first thing that jumped into his mind, grabbing his roomie and taking flight.

How unfortunate, really, that hitting the breaks while on the wing was more or less impossible. Especially when the object you were trying to avoid was pulling you in.

Where there had been a winged boy and a ninja a moment before, now there was only sky, a lingering sense of wrongness, and a few feathers, drifting lazily back down toward the ground.

[Establishy and NFI, naturally. Hinata was modded with permission, and woo, two birds with one stone!]