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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... Well. Now Warren had to explain to Jonothon just why he'd gone and spat water all over that page of notes about Sidra.

Oh my god who are you and what have you done with my father?

WARREN WAS SO CONFUSED. THIS WAS THE SLOWEST, MOST CONFUSING CONVERSATION HE'D EVER HAD.

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Junior contemplated how to respond to that text over his morning coffee--which, for all he knew, meant that Warren was going to get it the next morning or somesuch.

Your old man has a sense of humor buried under all that business acumen, he decided on finally, hoping that Warren would be amused by that, too, at least a little. I guess we both have things to learn about one another.

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Seeing as Warren wasn't going to wake up in the dead of night to answer texts, now that the flurry of them before was out of his system, Junior would be right about that.

Warren sat on the edge of the bed the next morning, trying to figure out how in the world to reply to that. There was still a part of him that was tempted to reach for the easy jab, the barb, the 'we'd know if you had ever been there.' And there was the part of him that just wanted him to put the phone down and let the conversation drop there. Claim, if asked, that he'd gotten wrapped up in more important things.

In the face of all that they were about to go up against, Warren didn't have that much cruelty in him, this morning.

Keep this up, Dad, and someday we might get a chance to.

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For once, Junior was very appreciative of the time difference between them. It meant that he wouldn't need to wait as long for Warren to come around as he otherwise might.

I look forward to it, he typed back, feeling very old and yet, hopeful. The juxtaposition was disconcerting. Give my regards to Karla.

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What was a few months compared to the couple of years that it might take Warren to finally agree to give his father another chance, right?

I'll do that. Stay out of trouble.

Don't get thrown off of any more rooftops, Dad.

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Junior wished he could stay the same. So much. And for all that he appreciated Karla's steps to bringing him and Warren closer together, he couldn't help but resent her a bit for getting his son tangled up in some kind of war that he really had no part in.

And you stay safe. Please.

Warren was the only family Junior had left.