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.]

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[peace_n_war]

"I'd just have to beat you up for your shoes," Warren decided, smirking. "I think I could take you."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Would my shoes even fit you?" Lee asked, peering down at said shoes. "I mean, you're a giant."

Or close to it.

[I might have to hit you with some more SP cuz I am just exhaaaaaausted.]

[peace_n_war]

"I'll burn out the toes or something. I'll make it work somehow."

He would. He was resourceful that way.

"Either that, or I'll shake you down for your lunch money every day until I can buy new shoes. It'll be pretty violent shaking, though. If I have to run around barefoot for long, I won't be happy."

[Sleep sounds reeeeally good right now. SP it is!]

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"You'd be shaking me down for awhile because I don't tend to carry lunch money around," he said and snickered. "You might get a pack of gum and some lint. Dunno if the shoe store will take that as payment for your giant shoes."

[peace_n_war]

"Well, then I guess force-feeding you worms is right out," Warren decided, chuckling a little. "How do beetles sound instead? I hear they have a neat crunch. Barring that, we'll just have to go the preschooler route and make you eat paste."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Warren, you hurt my heart," he teased, wincing and flopping down on his bed dramatically. "You should know better, paste will just go right to my hips and give me love handles. Not needed!"

[peace_n_war]

"Crayons, then." Warren smirked and flopped backward on his own bed, looking up at the ceiling. It was a good conversation for flopping. "Wax is fat-free, isn't it? And it has the added bonus of giving you pretty teeth."

In fun colors like burnt sienna and salmon!

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"It's kind of frightening that you know all this so easily," Lee laughed. "And I think crayons would be hard to chew. They'd break up into tiny bits and ew."

[peace_n_war]

"They kind of stick to your teeth. I was a kid once, you know," Warren pointed out. "But crayons are more fun to melt than they are to eat. Leave them sitting in the back seat of a car? They'll never, ever come out of the upholstery."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"That's...something I never thought of," he admitted. "Do they stay the original color when they melt into the upholstery?"

[peace_n_war]

"They do!" Warren was kind of a professional when it came to destroying things. "The back seat of my mom's car will forever have a purple blotch on it. And an orange one running into that... Which makes the most hideous brown right where they connected in the middle."

When he was little, he really, really liked melting things just because he could.

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Man. How did I not do this?" Lee wondered how much his father would glare if he did it at his current age. He decided he didn't care. "I can't think of anything better than melting a yellow crayon in the backseat of my dad's car. He'd hate it. I'd call it decoration."

[peace_n_war]

"Right. Happy, sunshiny, obnoxious yellow. And you don't have to do much to melt them, either. Just, oops, middle of summer, forgot your crayons in the back seat. Technically you didn't do it. The sun did."

Warren grinned a little. "You get to be kind of a professional at random destruction of other people's property after you've done it for a while."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"See, I was just a door slammer," Lee said, seeing the error of his ways. "And a yeller. I never actually thought to accidentally wreck things to get my laughs. I had such a boring childhood."

[peace_n_war]

"Well, you're just going to have to make up for lost time, then," Warren decided. "Which would you rather start with? Eating worms, or destroying upholstery?"

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Well, as much as eating worms appeals to me," he joked, "I'd go with destroying stuff. That way, I can take pride in my work and not have my stomach hate me."

[peace_n_war]

"And then take offense when it doesn't get pinned up to the fridge," Warren mused. "I like it."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Which could just lead into door slamming and I know I'm good at that," Lee said. "We make good plans together. Like an evil braintrust."

[peace_n_war]

"Don't know what I'm going to do when you graduate, man. I'll end up having to share my room with, like, someone who isn't evil." Warren smirked. "That would be sad."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"But it'd give you someone to glower at!" Lee pointed out. "And you could melt crayons into their bed."

[peace_n_war]

"Well, that on its own might make things worthwhile." Warren tilted his head upward, and then laughed a little and sat himself up again. "Maybe I'll even get a roomie I can force-feed worms to. You have to earn their fear early, really. I missed the ball on that one with you."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Because I was here first and I've dealt with scarier," he said. "Not that you aren't scary but you aren't my dad. Man puts the fear of the gods into me sometimes."

[peace_n_war]

"You know," Warren mused, sitting up again and resting his elbows on his knees, "I'm pretty sure that's what dads are supposed to be for anyhow."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's in that secret dad handbook, I bet," Lee agreed. "Right under 'how to glare effectively' and 'punishment techniques for the active father' or something."

[peace_n_war]

"My dad had the glare part mastered. I think it's hereditary, actually. I had to get mine from somewhere." Warren actually sounded pretty proud of that fact. "And punishment techniques? Yeah. Let's just say you don't mess around with a dad who has a secret hideout. You never know what kind of kid torture he's got hiding in there. Extra homework, broccoli..."

The guy was evil, sure, but he hadn't really been a bad dad.