Who: Wade and Warren
What: good natured (mostly) fighting
When: before Warren's manicure around 1pm, Weds. afternoon
Where: Outside the School, past the hedge maze
Rating/Warnings: Swearing, maybe blood, testosterone ;)
Status: Open | Complete
Jeans, bare feet, shirtless torso, white wings flapping, Warren hovered in the air, looking for the little bastard with the mouth. He wanted to pound him into the ground a few times before his appointment. It wasn't for a pedicure OR a manicure, he was meeting with an old friend to help groom his wings. They took a lot of work to maintain, dammit. It wasn't just a rinse and let dry. He had to pull pin feathers, keep flight feathers in good condition, clean the skin that covered his wing bones under the soft aerial fluff. And it was much easier to do this with someone else.
He turned slowly, surveying the ground, keen senses on the lookout for the blademaster.