The Roof of the Dorms, Saturday Afternoon
Finally, that whole mess with the school board had been sorted out, and Warren was free to wander around wherever he wanted without worrying about who was getting an eyeful of wing. Okay, sure, so it meant that the last week of his high school career had been a bit of a wash, since having to run around with an image inducer turned on all the time had been something of a mood killer, but now he had a little bit of time before grad in order to just appreciate his last little bit of time here on the island.
Naturally, this was the week that spring caught up with him and he started molting.
This afternoon, Warren could be found sitting shirtless on the roof and fidgeting, the occasional feather drifting down to settle beside him.
"I hate everything."
No, he didn't really. But regrowing feathers was agonizingly itchy business.
[Open roof is open!]
Naturally, this was the week that spring caught up with him and he started molting.
This afternoon, Warren could be found sitting shirtless on the roof and fidgeting, the occasional feather drifting down to settle beside him.
"I hate everything."
No, he didn't really. But regrowing feathers was agonizingly itchy business.
[Open roof is open!]