The Village of Haven, Arceria, Kaeleer, Tuesday Evening (Fandom time)

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So, Warren had been sitting on it now for a little while. It had only been a day, according to Fandom, since Karla had formed her Court, but in Kaeleer, it had been two. A very busy two. They were in Haven, now, making the last of their plans before the procession into Sidra and everything that that would entail. And, the entire time, there was something that Warren had been itching to scream from the rooftops, and finally, he'd found a moment edgewise in order to do it.

First, he'd left a message for Bobby. Before anyone else, Bobby.

But, after that, it was fair game. He pulled out his phone, tapped out a quick text, and sent it to everyone on his phone's contact list:

We're engaged!

Apologies to those in Kaeleer, who were getting that text at an obscene hour of the night. Warren had been a little too anxious to share it to bother weeding through his contacts. Plus he hadn't had much sleep lately. Eh, he'd apologize to anybody that had been inconvenienced by that text in the morning.

[OOC: NFB for distance, obviously! If you think you got Warren's text, you totally did! Open for return texts, phone calls, other people who have a reason to be in bed with him in Haven...]

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I don't know. Are you wearing my ring?

Warren, teasing wasn't nice.

Me and Karla!

See, clarifying was better, wasn't it? Totally.

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ohhhhHhh

That did make quite a bit more sense, Topher had to admit.

why did i get to know?

Because it was a mass text, weirdo.

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Because I can't possibly get stupidly drunk with you as many times as I have and not actually TELL you.

What? If Topher was going to ask, Warren was totally going to bullshit an answer.

You chew on my wings, you get to hear about my engagement. That's the rule.

Also, Topher was on the contact list.

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Yeah, probably that one.

lucky me. wait, do i have to get you a present?

A few seconds later, another text followed. This one contained a picture of a lab-coated arm holding up a large box.

want one of these?

They had a lot of them, where he was at. Like... hundreds.

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Warren had... no idea what he was staring at.

That's a very cute... cube. What is it?

Because, sure, he'd take it as a very premature wedding gift, considering they hadn't even set a date yet, but the best he could figure was that it was either a very large paperweight, or maybe a doorstop of some sort.

Unless maybe it exploded or something.

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it mostly sits on buttons, Topher replied truthfully. do you have any buttons that need to be sat on?

No...?

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I could probably get my hands on some. I mean, one can never have too many buttons, right?

The only buttons he had generally came on shirts.

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Topher paused to make a note on his computer to suggest a test chamber made entirely out of buttons at the next interdepartmental board meeting.

right. i guess. He really wasn't sure. you want one? i can portal-fedex it.

He would, too. It would be the annoying kind where Warren would end up getting stuck paying for the shipping, but he'd do it.

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Well, it wasn't like Warren would be terribly bothered by the shipping costs.

Sure? I've always wanted a grey box with hearts on it.

It would be the best doorstop he ever had.

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DID YOUR DOORSTOPS USUALLY LOVE YOU, WARREN?

you can name it karla, Topher suggested. Nicely!

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Warren could honestly say that he'd never been adored by a doorstop in his whole entire life!

I'm sure she'll be very flattered.

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probably neutral, actually. i don't think these have feelings.

Contrary to what the other programmers in the office joked about sometimes.

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A shame. They look pretty friendly.

Very friendly, for doorstops! Or... button-holders.

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it's a trick. don't tell anyone

Make sense? No, probably not.

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Their secret is safe with me.

Sense was for other people. Clearly.