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glacial_witch

Room 222, Saturday Morning

Apr 16, 2011 15:40

Karla was snuggled up against one of her pillows. Except she was starting to think it was ripped or something, because there were feathers sticking out of it and poking her in the face. "Stop it, pillow," she muttered, shoving it roughly. "'M sleeping!"

Because that would show it. Totally.

[For her weetiny!pillow, please]

what: sleeping, males are idiots, where: room 222, event: weetiny weekend, who: warren worthington iii, karla fails at reading people news at 11

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not_a_parakeet April 16 2011, 19:47:39 UTC

"Hey!" He was being pushed. Pushed right into the realm of awake, which was way less awesome than that sleeping place that he was in had been, because when Warren was asleep, he didn't have stuff to worry about. "I'm not a pillow!"

He was, however, kind of chilly. His brain took a moment to pull a complete turnaround from wondering why there was a little girl pushing him, to him practically flinging himself back against the wall, trying to grab all the bedsheets ever to cover himself with. People weren't supposed to see him!

"Turn around! Don't look!"

glacial_witch April 16 2011, 19:52:00 UTC

And now someone was yelling. Why did everything hate her today? And now she was chilly, since someone was stealing all her covers.

If it were Morton, he was going to get SUCH A PINCH, she decided as she cracked an eye open to glare at the noisy thief.

But it wasn't Morton. It was a strange little boy Karla didn't know. And he was flailing at her and looking like she was about to...eat him, or something.

"Why?" was her ever logical question. "You got pants on. I can't see your male parts."

not_a_parakeet April 16 2011, 19:56:21 UTC

"Doesn't matter," Warren insisted, pulling the blanket up around his shoulders and then looking around desperately for... for his harness, or a shirt, or something. "Don't look anyhow."

Oh please, please let her not have seen. Nobody was supposed to see. They weren't there. They weren't there, and he was perfectly normal, and always had been, and always would be...

glacial_witch April 16 2011, 20:00:07 UTC

"You can't tell me what to do," Karla said with a sniff and now was most definitely looking at him, just because he was so adamant she shouldn't. "You're not the boss of me."

That was one of her favorite phrases.

"You're very upset," she noted. "Your psychic scent is all snarly. Are you about to cry?"

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