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Warren and Tony
Doug Ramsey was silently cursing his mother as he lugged a basket of homemade baked goods out of his room. Well, not exactly cursing - he knew that she'd sent them for Warren, she'd only called him three times about it and emailed a reminder that it was being delivered. Twice.
He still wasn't sure why she'd sent it for Warren and not to Warren, but Doug had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with her usual insistence that he was studying too hard and had to find a better balance. It was a way to get him out of his room from 3000 miles away. There was no way he was going to eat what was probably half his weight in vegan cookies, cakes and breads. It was rather brilliant, if unnecessary. He wasn't avoiding human contact, but pointing out that he was an adult and capable of running his own life (again) would probably end up with him getting glared at via webcam.
Doug knocked on the door to the next room softly, as 1 am was late enough that some of the other college students might be trying to sleep. "War? You awake?"
He still wasn't sure why she'd sent it for Warren and not to Warren, but Doug had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with her usual insistence that he was studying too hard and had to find a better balance. It was a way to get him out of his room from 3000 miles away. There was no way he was going to eat what was probably half his weight in vegan cookies, cakes and breads. It was rather brilliant, if unnecessary. He wasn't avoiding human contact, but pointing out that he was an adult and capable of running his own life (again) would probably end up with him getting glared at via webcam.
Doug knocked on the door to the next room softly, as 1 am was late enough that some of the other college students might be trying to sleep. "War? You awake?"