Room 222, Thursday Late-Afternoon
Well, it was back to school, and back to the swing of things on Fandom Island all over again. Warren was smiling a little as he picked through some papers, through post-secondary applications that he didn't exactly expect replies to. Granted, it was a bit early for these things, especially since he didn't have to really worry about where to go after graduation until next year, but... if nothing else, this kept him busy, let him put a focus on something.
Empire State University? He frowned at that one. His name would probably give him an upper-hand to some degree, but he was fairly certain that they had a closed-doors policy towards mutants. Well... He'd try, at least. It wasn't as though he hadn't been hiding his wings for a decade already, right?
It was unfortunate that his pen went and rolled off his desk like that, really.
It was far more unfortunate that he nearly stepped on a gremlin when he got up to retrieve it.
What was more unfortunate still? The girlish titter of glee that he loosed as he made a reach for his pillow. This was, like, going to be the best night evar!
[Establishy, too!]
Empire State University? He frowned at that one. His name would probably give him an upper-hand to some degree, but he was fairly certain that they had a closed-doors policy towards mutants. Well... He'd try, at least. It wasn't as though he hadn't been hiding his wings for a decade already, right?
It was unfortunate that his pen went and rolled off his desk like that, really.
It was far more unfortunate that he nearly stepped on a gremlin when he got up to retrieve it.
What was more unfortunate still? The girlish titter of glee that he loosed as he made a reach for his pillow. This was, like, going to be the best night evar!
[Establishy, too!]