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Warren had just about had enough of... everything. After heading Karla off at the Causeway, after getting his bearings and picking himself off the ground and trudging back to his room, he'd done more... well, more moping with the rabbit. It wasn't until a few hours wore on that he reached for his phone, thinking maybe he'd call someone, or check to see if maybe there was new news about... anything at all, that he realized that there was a message waiting for him.

Not five minutes later, Warren's wings were pressed up solidly against either wall, his chest was heaving, and he was staring blankly at the remains of his phone, punctured clear through by his claws, and sitting splintered on the floor.

It wasn't like there was anybody left who was going to call him, after all.

Warren was done, damn it. He was just... fucking done with it.

[Open with some slight SP heads-up, since I'm still animating and running largely on energy drinks.]

"Ohgod."

Warren was awake! Look at that!

"Ohgod ohgod ohgod."

It was entirely possible that he was remembering some of the things that had happened over the weekend.

"Oh noooooooo."

Things like shooting at a teacher, or trying to poison his girlfriend to death, for example. Things like that could probably completely overwhelm the senses. Enough that he'd miss little things, like how his wings hadn't turned back to rainbows after the weekend was through. Or how he hadn't actually killed Karla, thank goodness.

"I slept with Tony!"

Just a little overwhelmed, yes.

[OOC: Idek. I'm actually in class at the moment, but I wanted to get something up. Mostly because establishing that Warren's wings are back to normal thanks to *handwavey handwavey* Fandom thing whatever seems really important before coffee. Open if anyone wants- I'll reply to pings after class.]

Things were finally starting to settle down a bit. Sure, everything was maybe still a little raw for the people that he was close to, but at least Warren had managed to find himself something to occupy himself with after a visit to The Boards yesterday had gone better than he'd expected.

It was too cold out for flying, and Warren was quite happy to take it easy today, which apparently involved scribbling out things that he'd have to take into consideration while working out a reasonable budget for DOGS, this season. And then after that, he could look into what it would take to rent out the Zoo on the mainland, so that he could finally get back to Wesley about that.

There were way, way worse ways to spend a Sunday.

[Open! Warning for triggery topics in the thread with Bobby.]

If what had gone on last week wasn't enough to tire Warren out, the fact that his girlfriend was some kind of big white kitten and his roommate was some kind of little white butterfly definitely seemed to be doing the trick.

Especially since Hinata's kitten, Yei, really seemed to like little things that fluttered, and Karla seemed to like... well, everything.

And, moreover, because Warren was kind of like a big, natural cat toy.

On the plus side, having wings meant that he was a very handy distraction from Hinata.

Not that Warren was being too sympathetic. After all, she'd let Yei chew on him while he'd been a parakeet. This was sort of like one of those 'turnabout is fair play' situations, really.

[Closed door, open post if you don't mind a spot of SP, as bedtime looooms.]

Warren had staked out a corner of the grounds all to himself while Karla was inside getting cleaned up and looked after. Now, now that everything was said and done and the daze that he'd been in and out of seemed to be finally slowing down some, seemed as good a time as any to find a place to sit down, hold his head between his hands, and stare at the ground.

There were dozens of other Warrens in dozens of other realities who could get through something like that, get up, and keep going without feeling too much recoil, he was sure.

( He... was not one of them. )

[NFB and NFI for distance, preplayed with the lovely