#{&. Warren:chat}

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theunlikelyones

"So what, you think we're the same. Doesn't mean we need to start making friendship bracelets and braiding our hair." Warren shrugged his shoulders, playing the indifference card. Truth was, witches and wolves alike made him nervous, most didn't take too kindly to hybrids.

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Closed starter or @munofmanyminds​

For someone that wasn’t much of a people person, Warren often found himself surrounded by them. It was always some random party in some random acquaintance’s basement breathing in more smoke than air. Not that he wasn’t contributing to the pollution himself. White tendrils of smoke curled between his pursed lips, swirling higher and higher until it joined in the cloud over his head. Flicking the end of the blunt and scattering ashes in a random coffee can that’d been repurposed into an ash tray, he passed it on to Naya without even looking at her.

“This is the last time I let you bum weed off of me without contributing some kind of payment .”

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Closed starter for @santcsangre based off of the first bullet of this post

Letting his ten-year-old niece and her two friends use a blowtorch to make s’mores probably wasn’t the most responsible thing to do, but he had made her wear a mask. And not five steps away from where they stood in the backyard was an unlocked shed with a fire extinguisher inside. That might not have been good enough for Imogen, though. Warren could feel her there, standing somewhere on the edge of his subconscious, always just out of sight. He had to stop himself from glancing the right of him. She wouldn’t be there, not physically anyway. Just some strange apparition that had forced itself into his head uninvited. She claimed that it was the same for her, but what did he know? She could be lying. Warren didn’t know much about the girl past the fact that he couldn’t stand to be in a room with her for more than fifteen minutes. Having her inside his head twenty-four-seven was like his own personal version of hell.

“We’ve done this a million times. Stop fidgeting. It’s giving me anxiety.” His words, meant for Imogen, earned him the furrowed brow and narrowed eyes of his niece. Warren frowned himself, silently scolding himself for speaking out loud. To his niece, he barked out a short, “Mask down,” before holding out a long wooden skewer with a jumbo marshmallow impaled on the end. “Try not to burn this one. We need to have this cleaned up before your dad gets home.” Irresponsible, maybe. But not suicidal. His brother would kick his ass up and down the damn street if walked in on his daughter waving a lit blowtorch at other people’s kids. “Light it up, sprout.” He gave her a rare smile, working hard to ignore the other person currently occupying space in his head.

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*weird cross symbol*

In a world where the human race is dying out, only ‘Bearers’ and ‘Breeders’ remain. They’re matched into pairs to repopulate the earth; send me '╬’ to find out how my character would react to being paired up with yours ( @gretaphasmatosmartin)

Maybe the population would be better dying off instead of being forced into pairs of two as if they were a living parody of Noah and his ark. 

That single line of thinking repeated in Warren’s head on a loop for most of the week. Learning that he was going to be matched up with a woman he’d never met wasn’t something that sat very well with him. But his place, as well as the place of his family, depended on his ability to conform to the status quo. So conform he did, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. 

He regarded his appointed with thinly veiled contempt. “Hello,” he greeted her in a clipped tone.

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Warren & Steph

munofmanyminds

Giant teddy bear tucked under his arm, Warren stood on her doorstep, hesitating an inch or so above the door. He’d already knocked once, soft and timid, but he knew she’d heard it. Gritting his teeth, he knocked again but a little harder. She ignored him this time and he’d take that as a sign.

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Warren and Buffy

“I’m not one of your damn slaves, princess. And I don’t work for you, I work for my brother. So, technically he pays me, not you.” efferxescent