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[amutantangel]

'Early bird' jokes aside, Warren's not normally much of a morning person. So he's not quite fully awake as he shuffles into the kitchen in his pajamas, shirt crookedly half-buttoned and barely hiding the wings that bulge out oddly from his back, barely held in place with a belt that he probably wouldn't have bothered with were he able to get the

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[veritas_sanctus]

Connor brushed at the feathers a little, studying them curiously, "Ye've got a bit -- something on yer back there." He wasn't all the way awake either and couldn't understand why the feathers weren't coming off.

[amutantangel]

Warren jerks in surprise and spins around when Connor touches the feathers, suddenly much more awake. He hadn't conciously acknowledged that anyone was around before Connor touched him, but he was hypersensitive about people touching his wings. He takes a deep breath and bushes down his initial panicked response. "Yeah. I do. Who're you?"

[veritas_sanctus]

"Connor MacManus. Not sure I've seen ya before, but it's always good to meet someone new." He smiled and offered his hand, "Sorry to startle ya."

[amutantangel]

After a moment Warren returns the smile only a little shakily and shakes Connor's hand. "I'm Warren. It's alright, I just wasn't quite awake yet and I wasn't expecting anyone to be in here."

[veritas_sanctus]

"Just wanted to grab some coffee, that's all." He gave Warren a pleasent smile and moved over to the coffee machine. "Ye want any? It's not the best, but it's strong and tha's what matters this early in the mornin'."

[amutantangel]

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks." He relaxes a bit more and sets the almost forgotten orange juice on the counter, wings rustling a bit as they settle against his back.

[veritas_sanctus]

"So... where 'bouts are you from, then?" He poured Warren a cup and leaned against the counter, sipping at his own coffee.

[amutantangel]

"California, San Francisco." Warren starts adding an absurd amount of sugar to his coffee. "You?"

[veritas_sanctus]

"Me 'n Murph're from Boston. Lovely place, not as warm as California, though." Connor laughed a little at Warren's sugar, "Ah, drink it like a man, don't spoil it with all that sugar!"

[amutantangel]

"But I like it with sugar." He's almost still sleepy enough to pout. Between the high metabolism from flying and his massive sweet tooth, he puts sugar in pretty much everything possible. "I don't think I've ever been to Boston."

[veritas_sanctus]

"Ah, yer a wimp." Connor laughed a little and finished his own coffee. "Yeah? You should visit sometime, if we can figure a way out of here. Ye might like it."

[amutantangel]

He shrugs. "I like it sweet. If you do ever find a way out of here let me know, I've tried and I haven't gotten anywhere so far."

[veritas_sanctus]

"Fly away, maybe?" Connor shrugged, "Other than that, I can't think of anything."

[amutantangel]

"Tried it," he says before he thinks. He glances away and sips his coffee to cover his discomfort.

[veritas_sanctus]

He stopped on his way to refill his mug and raised his eyebrows, "Tried it?"

[amutantangel]

"...Yeah." He fidgets a little and sips at his coffee again, suddenly very aware that he hadn't hidden his wings very well this morning.