Asher (or, as he was known privately to his roommate, Doosh) scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You have GOT to be kidding me, bra'. It's what? Like the second fucking week of classes. Who assigns papers by the second week? Shit, bra', who does papers assigned the second week?"
His roommate was lame. So fucking lame. But, lucky for him, he had a roommate who cared. Or, well, cared enough to not have an utter loser for a roommate.
"Yes," Warren groaned, leaning forward and thumping his forehead against his desk for what had to be the fifth time this evening. "Yes, I'm a fucking loser. Can I please get some work done, now? Please?"
Desperation and Warren were the closest of friends, and he hadn't even been here a month.
"Ordinarily, I'd almost respect you for owning that shit," Doosh informed him, spinning around in his desk chair. He was a business major, that was about all the use his chair was going to get. "But it's bad enough that I couldn't get paired with one of my lacrosse buddies this year. I am not gonna have it be spread around campus that I'm rooming with some fuckin' loser. Soon, people might think that I'm a loser and then I might actually have to work to get pussy."
He grinned at Warren's back, scooting his chair over and going to clap Warren on the back.
"Don't worry, bra'. By the time this year is done, you'll be able to party like a real man. I'll see to that. And once you experience pussy, you'll thank me, bra'. You'll thank me."
Warren was going to wheel his own chair around in a circle and take that hand to the shoulder. And resist the urge to thump Asher senseless with an invisible wing. That's what Warren was going to do.
"I've already got experience with that, thanks. I actually don't need your help in that department. At all."
Karla was supposed to arrive bright and early tomorrow. That had been the plan, anyway. But then Portalocity had called her this afternoon and offered her a portal for tonight instead of tomorrow, and why wouldn't she take them up on that? In fairness, she had tried to call Warren to make sure that it would be okay, but he hadn't answered.
Not that she'd left a message. After all, it would be so much for fun to surprise him!
Now she was knocking on his door, grinning in anticipation. Visiting her real live college boyfriend in his real live dorm room on his real life campus. This was exciting.
"I've got it," Warren mumbled, half-growl, as he shut his laptop and tucked it away under one arm. He didn't exactly trust his roomie to answer the door. At least, not to answer the door and be civil about it. "It's probably those guys from the-- Karla."
So, there might have been a huge fruit and chocolate gift basket scheduled for delivery to Warren's dorm room, because it had to happen Kennedy still felt bad about that whole alternate universe fight.
Long after the fact, granted, but better late than never, right? She'd wandered past this place on patrol the other night, and come back in the next day to place an order. (Okay, feeling bad about throwing a demon through the shop's front window had something to do with it.)
The note attached read: No hard feelings about the bizarroverse, right? Hope the 'Dale's treating you right.
Well, Warren hadn't seen that coming. But fruit and chocolate would never, ever go unappreciated. Ever.
And then Warren read the note that came with the fruit basket, and blinked, and then he was feeling a bit of guilt, himself. After all, he'd been the one flinging razorblade feathers around...
He contemplated the gift basket, and then decided that he'd make a few calls later. Just so that she would know that he truly wasn't holding any hard feelings against her at all.
Warren's dorm room was the most happening place in Sunnydale, it appeared.
Besides. Tara's roommate, who spent most of her time in her Very Serious boyfriend's room doing Very Serious making out, had apparently decided she needed to even things out by having the boyfriend over tonight. It had started out as movie night, but watching turned into cuddling turned into kissing turned into things Tara really didn't need to be in the room for, so she took herself for a walk to the guys' side of the dorms and tapped on Warren's door.
"I'll be okay once I get some air," Warren decided, putting on a smile that was a little too forced as he slipped out the door. Maybe, maybe some coffee would help him to focus. And if that didn't, Tara's company was always welcome all the same.
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His roommate was lame. So fucking lame. But, lucky for him, he had a roommate who cared. Or, well, cared enough to not have an utter loser for a roommate.
"Losers, that's who. Are you a fucking loser?"
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Desperation and Warren were the closest of friends, and he hadn't even been here a month.
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He grinned at Warren's back, scooting his chair over and going to clap Warren on the back.
"Don't worry, bra'. By the time this year is done, you'll be able to party like a real man. I'll see to that. And once you experience pussy, you'll thank me, bra'. You'll thank me."
Doosh was an humanitarian.
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Warren was going to wheel his own chair around in a circle and take that hand to the shoulder. And resist the urge to thump Asher senseless with an invisible wing. That's what Warren was going to do.
"I've already got experience with that, thanks. I actually don't need your help in that department. At all."
At all.
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Not that she'd left a message. After all, it would be so much for fun to surprise him!
Now she was knocking on his door, grinning in anticipation. Visiting her real live college boyfriend in his real live dorm room on his real life campus. This was exciting.
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"I've got it," Warren mumbled, half-growl, as he shut his laptop and tucked it away under one arm. He didn't exactly trust his roomie to answer the door. At least, not to answer the door and be civil about it. "It's probably those guys from the-- Karla."
Insert wide-eyed staring here.
"You're here early!"
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If Warren looked closely, he'd see that it was a handout from one of his classes. Whatever. It was the closest paper to hand, all right?
He spotted a flash of blonde hair and sat up quickly. "Whoa, hey, is that a chick, bra'?"
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"It's my girlfriend," Warren ground out, not turning around. "And we're leaving. Right now. For someplace else."
He had no idea where. It would be like an adventure!
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Long after the fact, granted, but better late than never, right? She'd wandered past this place on patrol the other night, and come back in the next day to place an order. (Okay, feeling bad about throwing a demon through the shop's front window had something to do with it.)
The note attached read:
No hard feelings about the bizarroverse, right? Hope the 'Dale's treating you right.
-- K.
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And then Warren read the note that came with the fruit basket, and blinked, and then he was feeling a bit of guilt, himself. After all, he'd been the one flinging razorblade feathers around...
He contemplated the gift basket, and then decided that he'd make a few calls later. Just so that she would know that he truly wasn't holding any hard feelings against her at all.
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Besides. Tara's roommate, who spent most of her time in her Very Serious boyfriend's room doing Very Serious making out, had apparently decided she needed to even things out by having the boyfriend over tonight. It had started out as movie night, but watching turned into cuddling turned into kissing turned into things Tara really didn't need to be in the room for, so she took herself for a walk to the guys' side of the dorms and tapped on Warren's door.
"Late night caffeine run?" she called. "Please?"
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And it would get him out of his room, and they could escape his roommate, and it would be a wonderful thing.
Warren was developing twitches, Tara. Twitches.
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She stole a glance back into the room, tried to hide the face she wanted to make when she realized Asher was in there.
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