The Club Fair, Gym, Friday Afternoon

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Though he'd heard about something like it being in the works, the club fair wasn't what Simon had been looking for.

Regardless, it was what he found, just as it was being set up. He almost left straight away, to avoid being in anyone's way, but then his curiosity won out. So, he decided to stay and take a look at the club schedule.

Couldn't hurt, could it?

[ooc: Wait for the OCD! OCD achieved, have at!]

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Re: Talk to the Representatives - Kappa Kappa Gremlin

[wwiii]

"We'll see."

Maybe he was already planning to get leather pants. What then, Karla?

Re: Talk to the Representatives - Kappa Kappa Gremlin

[glacial_queen]

Then she would get to see him in leather pants for however long it took her to get him out of them. There were no downsides, here.

"And a present."

Okay, now she was just messing around.

Re: Talk to the Representatives - Kappa Kappa Gremlin

[wwiii]

And Warren was starting to catch on to that fact! He barked out a laugh and reached one wing forward to give her a soft, feathery, affectionate bop on the shoulder.

"And does the princess have any special requests for her present?"

Re: Talk to the Representatives - Kappa Kappa Gremlin

[glacial_queen]

"Queen," Karla corrected with false hauteur. "Something pretty," she decided after a moment of thought. She caressed his wing, nuzzling it for some affection of her own. "To make me feel special."

Re: Talk to the Representatives - Kappa Kappa Gremlin

[wwiii]

"I'll make sure to make it a good one," Warren decided, smiling and biting his lip for a moment. He was never going to be adverse to nuzzlings. Ever. "Something worthy not only of my Queen, but for a Karla, too."

Yes, one did rank higher than the other.

Re: Talk to the Representatives - Kappa Kappa Gremlin

[glacial_queen]

That deserved something more than just some wing-nuzzling. Not caring if she was breaking a hundred rules, Karla stepped behind the table and pulled him close for a kiss.

"Too bad I'll be in Gotham by the time this is over," she murmured. "Otherwise, I might say 'Skip the present, rent us a room at the Arms.' But I have plans for the evening, so a present it must be."

And don't think she was going to let you out of getting her one, Warren. She might just decide to wait for you outside a meeting one day and demand it when you leave.