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          KISS THE BIRD. || selective.

     it’s something like three in the morning, and neither of them can sleep, and they’re both surrounded by cheap pancake mix and a seriously unnecessary amount of bowls and a whole lot of wooden stirring spoons, because apparently, they couldn’t keep track of the ones that they pulled off the rack. for warren and bobby, the motto seems to be: when in doubt, make pancakes.

     this morning though, it roughly translates to when unable to sleep due to unbelievable amounts of stress, haul ass into the kitchen and ignore all your responsibilities and just make some fucking pancakes.

     regardless, it’s working out. they’re fed and seemingly distracted. warren’s noticed that bobby keeps looking at him a little oddly, but he’s not going to say anything, figuring it’s just the exhaustion and the nerves that come with being stuck in a time they’re unfamiliar with. they talk between mouthfuls of fluffy batter, voices hushed to ensure that the rest of the school keeps on sleeping around them, and the conversation comes easily. it always has with bobby; warren feels so comfortable around him. he’s like home, a second skin, a place of familiarity to return to after a long day out in the bush. so when bobby shimmies under one of his wings to tuck closer to his side, warren doesn’t think anything of it and lifts the hunk of feathers without thinking twice, wrapping it back down around him like a thick blanket — one made of white plush and soft down.

     they pick off of each other’s plates, exchanging strawberry for chocolate, and warren suddenly, all at once, becomes acutely aware of how close bobby is to him. he can smell the vanilla extract off his breath ( the ice-made mutant had poured way too much of it into the pancake mix, good god ) and can feel the cool chill of his frozen skin, but he doesn’t tense up. he doesn’t push him away. why would he? in fact, warren’s more curious than anything and he finds himself looking over at the other mutant, almost in search of an answer.

     and he finds it in the soft brush of his lips and in the chill of his breath.

     he finds it in the furrow of bobby’s brow, the curve of his mouth, the tickle of his hair, the timid brush of his side, and in the sudden fear of his that’s so palpable and raw that warren’s sure he could scoop it from the air with one of their wooden spoons if he really wanted to. he finds it there and he chases it all the way back to robert drake, this complete and total dork whose subtle advances had been too subtle for warren to see from the beginning. the kiss is soft and chaste and riddled with uncertainty and he doesn’t kiss him back until the very end, because he’s caught off-guard and half awake and pretty sure that there’s a strawberry seed stuck to the roof of his mouth —- but he wants more. he’s left wanting more.

     and he thinks that bobby’s left feeling the same, judging by how he hasn’t slipped back out from underneath warren’s wing just yet.

                  ❝ … um. ❞

     that’s all the angel can think of to start with for a minute; his mind’s been wiped completely blank. then, he nudges bobby’s nose and his mouth splits into a cheshire-like grin.

                  ❝ so. do you always taste like vanilla? ❞

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             AESTHETIC BOARDS. || for @frigicl ♡

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