Warren Worthington III

How was it that Warren, who was used to spending hours preening his feathers, and then another good twenty minutes making certain his hair was just-so, was still ready to go out well before Karla was? It felt like he'd been waiting in the hotel room for just about forever, poking at things, bored, and trying to be patient while Karla did... whatever it was that ladies did when preparing for a night out.

He sighed, poking through the stack of receipts that had been left on the nightstand. So long as Karla was taking years in the bathroom, he might as well balance some- hello.

In Warren's hand, tucked away under the receipts, was a letter, written on Worthington Labs letterhead. And, just like that, his breath caught, fingers twitching as he tried not to pierce the paper with his claws.

There, in his father's handwriting and addressed to Karla, was a letter. Short, so short that a glance was all it took for Warren to get the gist of what it was about, the sight of his name in the body of the letter keeping him from putting it down right away.

Karla, thanks for your letter. I'm glad to hear that Warren is doing well. I would very much like for us to meet, please let me know when it would be convenient for you to do so.

Slowly, quietly, he set the letter back down on the nightstand, not quite able to look away.

Suddenly, he was far less excited for the ballet.
( Stupid kids are gonna be stupid. )

[Preplayed with glacial_witch and wesleynotponcy who also coded this! NFB/NFI, follows this, more to come later!