Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part III

[bigdamnprincipal]

And over here was another section of tables and chairs, still close to the food so no one accidentally starved while trying to avoid the masses.

[OCD is up! This is the SECOND post for general mingling. Use this post if your browser can't handle the comment load of the first mingling post. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are here.]

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Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[peace_n_war]

Warren was now reciting a mantra in his head.

'I will not burst into flame and kill Ino. I will not burst into flame and kill Ino. I will not burst into flame and kill Ino.'

"Don't make me burst into flame and kill you," he grumped. Because sometimes, the mantra just didn't work.

Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[intraspective]

Ino was like... a leech. And clinging all leech-like. Poor, poor Warren.

"You wouldn't," she said impishly. "You're better than that."

Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[peace_n_war]

Warren was like... something that didn't like leeches. At all. And squirming. If he had salt handy, he'd sprinkle it on her to see if she'd melt.

"Are you so sure about that?"

... He really was better than that. Dammit.

Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[intraspective]

She wouldn't! Ino was tenacious.

"If you keep squirming you're going to knock us out of the tree," she pointed out.

Awww. He was at a loss for biting words! Clearly the hug thing was working. "And yes, I seriously am." See her radiating confidence.

[And sleep time for me now zomg! SP good?]

Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[peace_n_war]

Not. Going. To. Burn.

"What would it take to get you to let go of me?"

Warren was willing to bargain, here. Really.

To a point.

[SP is love!]

Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[intraspective]

Ino pretended to consider her options.

Really. Very Very Seriously.

"Your shirt!" See how innocent she was? Terribly innocent.

Honest!

Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[peace_n_war]

"I'm not taking off my shirt," Warren grunted. "Or my jacket. Or any other articles of clothing."

He was fond of being fully clothed. Really.

"Try again."

Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[intraspective]

"I don't want to!" she protested, still all leech-like because letting go now would mean that he'd won. "You asked, I answered. Why not?"

Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[peace_n_war]

"Is there any point? I don't feel like dragging around two shirts and a jacket today, okay?"

Warren's stubbornness was, in this case, certainly not helping his mood.

... Granted, he could leave the clothing up the tree.

Re: More General Mingling (Fall 2008)

[intraspective]

"You could leave it in the tree," she pointed out logically. "Or tie your jacket around your waist and just carry the shirts."

A beat.

"And it's tradition."