Room 222, Sunday Afternoon

[wwiii]

Things were finally starting to settle down a bit. Sure, everything was maybe still a little raw for the people that he was close to, but at least Warren had managed to find himself something to occupy himself with after a visit to The Boards yesterday had gone better than he'd expected.

It was too cold out for flying, and Warren was quite happy to take it easy today, which apparently involved scribbling out things that he'd have to take into consideration while working out a reasonable budget for DOGS, this season. And then after that, he could look into what it would take to rent out the Zoo on the mainland, so that he could finally get back to Wesley about that.

There were way, way worse ways to spend a Sunday.

[Open! Warning for triggery topics in the thread with Bobby.]

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[longislandiceme]

"Otherwise known as bullshitting," Bobby said, with a tentative grin.

[wwiii]

"Very careful, mathematically sound bullshitting," Warren agreed, working his way into a grin to match. "I still have to make the bullshit balance, after all."

[longislandiceme]

"You could put that on your resume," Bobby mused. If Warren would even need a resume. "Warren Worthington III, Experienced Bullshit Balancer."

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"Balancing Broadway Bullshit, for that matter," Warren replied, with a solemn sort of nod.

He totally wouldn't need a resume! Just dropping the name would do wonders, back home. But it had such a nice ring to it, he was tempted to write one anyhow, just to include it.

[longislandiceme]

"Oooh, alliteration," look, sometimes he paid attention in English class, okay? Sometimes. "Well, I know if I were hiring, I'd be impressed."

[wwiii]

"Well, alliteration kind of does run in the family," Warren pointed out, letting a small grin twitch at his lips. "The double-w, and all."

Three generations of Warren Worthingtons, now. If Warren ever, ever had a son, he'd be damned if he went and named him Warren.

[longislandiceme]

This was good. Talking about trivial things was nice and distracting and Bobby could definitely do that. "Guess it does at that," Bobby mused. "Although- what if you'd been a girl? They would've had to break the chain!"

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"Not necessarily," Warren noted, wrinkling his nose a little. "There are girls' names out there that start with W, too. Like... Wilma, or Wanda, or..."

...

"No, I think I just ran out."

That hadn't taken long.

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"N-no, I can't- I don't think I can picture you as a Wanda," Bobby said, trying to hold back a fit of the giggles.

And failing.

Wanda. Honestly.

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Hey! Warren hadn't ever met any Wanda! Or Pietro! What kind of a name was Peitro, anyhow? Huh? Huh?

"Maybe Wendy," Warren offered, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing aloud. Bobby's giggles were infectious. And a nice change of pace, really. If Warren could keep him laughing, all the better. "If I bat my eyelashes just the right way, and maybe sway my hips a little more than usual, I could probably pull off a Wendy."

[longislandiceme]

Italian, apparently. Which made little sense considering their heritage, but whatever, Marvel. Whatever.

"Wendy," Bobby mused. "Yeah, I could see that."

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"Wendy K. Worthington," Warren mused. "And we can just knock the number off entirely. I think I'd almost take being a Wendy over being that guy whose dad and grandfather just couldn't come up with a better name."

[longislandiceme]

"I could start calling you Wendy if you'd like?" Bobby suggested innocently.

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"If you really feel like you must," Warren said, smirking crookedly in turn. "But then I reserve the right to come up with a suitable name for you, too. Or at least to start spelling your name with an I in it."