Suite in the Arms Hotel, Friday Night, Several Hours After Prom Started

[glacial_witch]

Karla lay on the bed, limbs askew, hair tangled, skin still flushed. "Mmm..." Words were still rather difficult at the moment. In case there had been any doubt, pollen plus wing-scritches were definitely a good recipe if one wanted a pouncy Warren.

Which was handy, because this week Karla most emphatically did.Stretching, she floated the clock up

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[not_a_parakeet]

"We need to?" Warren gave the clock a quick glance, and then wrinkled his nose at it. "I mean... we could. I did bring clothes and things..."

But, well, what they were doing was way more interesting than some school dance, wasn't it?

[glacial_witch]

"But it's my senior prom," Karla whined--or tried to. Because she really didn't have it in her to whine. There was too much floaty happy still to work up a proper whine. "I should...go. For...reasons. Seeing people and stuff. Dancing. I helped plan it."

[not_a_parakeet]

Warren took a moment to properly consider that statement.

"We can dance here. I am totally capable of dancing with you, right here."

And they wouldn't have to share the dance floor. Hell, he wouldn't have to share her, if other people wanted to dance. Which... was weirdly possessive of him, but damn it, this week...

[glacial_witch]

"But what about dancing with all my friends, most of whom I won't see after I graduate?" Karla asked, tracing lazy spirals on his chest with her nails. "Aren't I supposed to go and have a wonderful time dancing with them, too?"

...All those friends she...didn't really have?

"I should probably hit up Jono for a dance." Just to hear him bitch, heh.