Room 315, Wednesday Early Evening

[peace_n_war]

"Hey, dad. It's Warren again. I'm starting to wonder if you even have room on your answering machine anymore, but hey, at least if you've run out by now you won't have to listen through three or four lifetimes of me phoning you like this someday, huh? I'm sixteen still, but not for long. Seventeen tomorrow, dad! I've still got that job at the cafe, and I'm still hanging out with that girl I mentioned last time. She's been trying to get me to go swimming with her. Weird, huh? Me. Swimming. I don't even like the beach, except that I can throw fire around. Other than that, seventeen doesn't seem like it's going to be much different than sixteen was. I'm, uh, still not a villain. Not really a hero either, don't worry. I think I want to call Mom sometime, too, but I can actually talk to her. She'll want to know all that stuff I've been telling you, dad. Asking about girls and school and if I've followed in your footsteps and become a criminal mastermind, and if I have then I'm grounded for life. Thanks loads, Mom, right? ... Seventeen tomorrow."

...

"I miss you dad."

Warren hung up his phone, sighed, and reached for a book. Seventeen, sixteen, whatever. Wasn't like any of it made any difference either way.

[Open post is open! I probably won't be about tomorrow for a job interview, so Warren gets to birthday whine today.]

Comments

[heromaniac]

"But it's your birthday and you should have cake and presents on your birthday!" She was still fretting, just less audibly. She was going to have to spend time and think about this. "It won't be tomorrow, but I'll definitely get you a present okay?"

And maybe she could get the staff at the Fina to make a small cake for Sunday?

[peace_n_war]

They'd probably do it happily, just to tick Warren off!

"If you really want to, I guess. But don't do it just because you think you should be. If I cared, I would have actually told people, you know?"

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"I can't picture you as a really yellow sort of guy either," Lee said. "Maybe a dark orange but and dark reds but yeah, nothing bright."

[peace_n_war]

"Dark orange is a good one," Warren noted. "And I wear reds anyhow. Maybe what I really need is a sign or something warning people that if they get too close, I'm prone to spontaneously combusting. Not pretty, really."

He grinned. "Then I'd have to start lighting myself on fire every now and again to make it believable."