Warren Worthington III

Okay. Things. There were things happening, and Warren needed to... to do something about them. Frat had been skipped last week because of the holiday, and this week, after losing his entire world, he just hadn't had it in him to coordinate anything resembling fun and games. He'd meant to go to the library to help research over the weekend, and that hadn't happened, and he couldn't really remember the last time he'd eaten, though he was vaguely aware of stumbling off to raid common room fridges at least a couple of times in there.

It was stupid. He hadn't so much as thought about going home in the past two years, and now that it was gone...

He needed to be doing things, but he had no idea where to start. So he just kind of cuddled Thor and stared at the ceiling.

When had moping in his room alone with a bunny become the status quo, anyhow?

[Open post, closed door, IDEK. Someone smack him or something.]

Look, Hercules had been warned.

When Warren had brought the god-turned-mortal-turned-pug back to his room, he'd set down some ground rules. No piddling on the rug had been a big one, and fortunately Herc had been pretty good about that. The other one, of course, had been no antagonizing Thor. And, really, Warren should have known better than to think that Herc's big, innocent slightly bugged-out pug eyes had meant that he'd actually behave.

And so, there were consequences to be had.

So, tonight, Warren was passing the time by flinging treats at the newly-renamed Mr. Sneezebottom, who was wearing the most lovely pink bow that Warren could get his hands on, and watching him jump for them.

He'd only brought it upon himself.

[For Mr. Sneezebottom!]