A Room at the Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

[wwiii]

Today had been a completely nonfunctional day. There was Warren, with his hotel room paid up for an extra day and his portal arrival rearranged to let him stay with Karla a little longer. And there was a warm bed, that hadn't been vacated all day.

And there was Karla, wrapped in his arms and buried under one wing, with her face nuzzled into the curve of his neck. He could take another day off from school. One more day couldn't hurt.

"We should probably eat something," he murmured into Karla's hair. "Room service, we don't even have to go anywhere."

[For the lady!]

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[wwiii]

"I decided on everything, with extra crepes," Warren pointed out. "That's totally a decision. And it means we don't have to leave the room tomorrow morning, either."

He thought it was a good choice, anyhow.

[glacial_queen]

"You'll stay through tomorrow morning?" Karla asked, sounding pathetically eager to her own ears. "You mean it? Promise?"

[wwiii]

"I mean it, I promise," Warren replied as he reached for the hotel room phone. "I don't have anything in Sunnydale that I can't catch up on later. Being with you is way more important right now."

[glacial_queen]

"Because you're worried I might fall apart?"

[wwiii]

"Because it kills me a little every time I have to leave you behind."