A Room at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning
It had been late last night when Warren and Karla had returned to the island, fully intent to get a night's rest before setting off again in the morning. They had plans to visit Captain Chiba in Hawaii for their birthday tomorrow, after all, to get spoiled on his yacht while celebrating Karla's victory during her Offering without a good amount of other company.
Warren wasn't aware of as much that morning when he awoke, of course. What he was aware was that it was his bare chest pressed against hers, arms wrapped around someone who fit more perfectly against his body than anyone had in a long, long while. It was comfortable, for a moment or two of consciousness. Another moment later, and he'd tensed all over, looking down at the top of a head of golden hair that was too perfect to possibly be real.
Too, too perfect.
"Get out of my head."
There was no way this could possibly be Karla.
"Get out of my head."
[OOC: For the lady, who most definitely is Karla. Warren's his Umbridgeverse counterpart for the weekend. Mmm, trauma.]
Warren wasn't aware of as much that morning when he awoke, of course. What he was aware was that it was his bare chest pressed against hers, arms wrapped around someone who fit more perfectly against his body than anyone had in a long, long while. It was comfortable, for a moment or two of consciousness. Another moment later, and he'd tensed all over, looking down at the top of a head of golden hair that was too perfect to possibly be real.
Too, too perfect.
"Get out of my head."
There was no way this could possibly be Karla.
"Get out of my head."
[OOC: For the lady, who most definitely is Karla. Warren's his Umbridgeverse counterpart for the weekend. Mmm, trauma.]