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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren sits at a table.

But is Warren Wes, or is he Warren?

Well...he's Warren...

Why do you ask?

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel can definitely tell the difference. A kiss is pressed to his forehead. "I love you...so. damn. much."


Oooo. Isabel said the d-word.

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren is unaware there's any difference to be told.

"Oh yeah?"

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Yes." The kiss has jumped down to press against his lips. She slowly deepens the kiss, hand sliding down over his chest and stomach. Yeah this whole wanting to marry her thing is a rather big turn-on. "So I heard you told Meg something."

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. Her turn on is his turn on, so to speak.

"It, uh, kind of slipped out," he says, appologetically.

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"No don't be sorry! I told her I don't want her telling everyone cause then if you actually ask me no one will be all shocked and congratulations-y. I did tell Val though."

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure everyone will still be sufficiently shocked," he assures her. There's probably someone, somewhere, who is sufficiently shocked Isabel hasn't been beaten to death yet.

"I, uh, talked to Death..."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" She slides into his lap, arms around him as she smiles down at him. "And what'd she say?"

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Heh."

He relaxes into her arms.

"Well. Nothing definite, actually. I might not age. You might not age. That kind of thing."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Well that's good. Right? Somehow?" She kisses him. "We'll work, Warren. The bar wouldn't have brought us together if it was impossible."

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"I, uh, actually wouldn't mind getting old, someday. I've never wanted to be 'forever young', or whatever. I dunno. Reaction to the vampire-overload maybe. I guess."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Crotchy grandpa Warren..." She laughs, shaking her head. "I can picture it now. You out on the porch in your overalls, rocking on a rocking chair."

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

Something watches Warren from the shadows.

It likes a man with an appreciation for puppets.

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren prefers robots. Which are not, strictly speaking, puppets.

The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He tries to smooth them down manually.

[sootandpoo.livejournal.com]

Is there something on the back of his neck?

Maybe a spider.

There's a doll on the table.

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren brushes at his neck with a shudder and eyes the doll.

[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me. Have you seen a sheep?"

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren thinks.

No. He has not. However...

"Is it an actual sheep?"

[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

"Is there any other sort of sheep?"

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Here?" Warren says, with a shrug. "Yeah-huh."

[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

"Really? What kind?"

Tiffany is curious, but at the same time, intent on her search.

"Well, I'm looking for an actual sheep. It's a ewe."

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"I thought it might be a former sheep," Warren explains. "...I've been here too long."

[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

Tiffany stares a bit.

"How would you know whether it was a former sheep or not?"

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"It would probably come up in conversation."

[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

"I hope my sheep hasn't become a former sheep. I'll get in more trouble if it has."

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Why? It's not like it's your fault. Plus? It's just a sheep," he points out.