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"No."
Warren's teeth were grit a little as he attempted to type. That his wings were prickling and his claws were scratching the hell out of his keyboard, fortunately, were both conveniently hidden away from his roommate courtesy of the sight shields that Karla had given to him for just this occasion.
That he was frustrated with his roomie trying to get him to put his homework down, on the other hand, no sight shield in the world could possibly hide.
"I know it's Friday. But I'm busy. This paper is important, you know."
It was a wonder Warren hadn't punched the guy yet. He didn't care about the fraternity parties here. Honestly, now.
[OOC: Open for phone calls, or anyone who might happen to be hanging around Sunnydale!]
Warren's teeth were grit a little as he attempted to type. That his wings were prickling and his claws were scratching the hell out of his keyboard, fortunately, were both conveniently hidden away from his roommate courtesy of the sight shields that Karla had given to him for just this occasion.
That he was frustrated with his roomie trying to get him to put his homework down, on the other hand, no sight shield in the world could possibly hide.
"I know it's Friday. But I'm busy. This paper is important, you know."
It was a wonder Warren hadn't punched the guy yet. He didn't care about the fraternity parties here. Honestly, now.
[OOC: Open for phone calls, or anyone who might happen to be hanging around Sunnydale!]
