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Warren and Inu-Yasha - Friday Night
At dinner, Inu-Yasha finds Warren's talk of waffles suspicious, and Warren finds Inu-Yasha's table manners gross. It still doesn't go too badly.
Inu-yasha had seriously considered just staying in his room for the night, but it turned out the novelty of having a room to himself wore off quickly. He'd claimed a bed, investigated the free school crap, even thrown some of his stuff under the bed - like those "nice" clothes Kaede-baba had wasted her money on, like hell he'd be caught wearing that shit.
But after that... what was he going to do, sit and watch the shadows move?
So he figured he'd go find where they kept the food. Might as well know where to eat. This crazy castle of a place was bound to have something edible, right? So he threw on his old oversized red sweatshirt, pulled the hood up to cover his ears, and followed his nose.
The cafeteria had been weirdly unnerving. All that food, and it was just... free? He'd covertly stuffed a few things in the pocket of his sweatshirt, pretending it was in case he got hungry later (but really it just felt weird not to be stealing food from rich people).
The next unnerving thing? Now he had a tray of food and had to sit somewhere. Fuck, it was like school all over again. He paused, eyeing the room for a likely spot.
Warren paused, since the raggedy looking Asian guy was between him and the table he was making for. Realizing what was going on, though, or thinking he did, anyhow, he smiled and ruffled his wings slightly before tucking them up tight again. "Hey, man. Sit where you want--no one here bites. Well, so far."
Inu-yasha's head snapped around and up, fixing the uncomfortably tall blonde boy with a glare... which shifted over his shoulder to the white wings there (huh)... before focusing on his face again, eyes narrowing.
"That some kind of joke?" he asked, though the distraction of the wings had taken most of the snap out of the question.
"Apparently not a great one." Warren chuckled and nodded to the nearest table. So the guy struck him as a little skittish, but that, he could handle. "Come on, let's do introductions over food. I'm starving."
Inu-yasha was still trying to figure out what this guy's game was. He hesitated, watching the taller boy move to a table, but decided there wasn't much to lose. If the rich boy - and he was definitely a rich, everything about him fucking smelled like money - was trying to pull something, Inu-yasha would teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
Content with that thought, Inu-yasha followed him to the table, dropping his tray on the table and himself into a chair that put his back to the wall. He fixed Warren with a suspicious look, ignoring his food for now.
Once Warren settled, wings tucked up neatly, he gestured for the other boy to follow, then said, "I'm Warren Worthington." Yes, he was getting the suspicious vibe, but he wasn't about to draw attention to anything... off. He'd made that mistake once all-too-recently. He could learn.
Inu-yasha just looked at him blankly. Was that... was that a name? Fucking rich people... "You're what?" he asked gruffly, raising an eyebrow.
"Warren," he said again with a chuckle. "Kind of an old guy name, I know. It's a family thing.
"And you are...?"
"Inu-yasha," he replied in his most American accent, since most people struggled with his name. He took the moment to glance first at Warren's wings again - strange - and then around the room to see if anyone was watching them.
Warren repeated it carefully, "Inu-yasha, nice to meet you." His father had instilled in him the habit of repeating peoples' names as a way to help remember them. Good for business. This one sounded Japanese, which answered Warren's next question, in a larger sense anyhow, "Where you from, man?"
"L.A.," Inu-yasha replied shortly. His amber eyes met Warren's again, and after a brief pause he decided to answer the underlying question. "And Tokyo."
Warren had been perfectly content with LA--not like everyone with an accent of some kind considered themselves "from" anywhere but the US--but appreciated the Tokyo bit. "I've been to Tokyo a few times, but I never got to do much there. Loved it, though. LA is my favorite. Chicken and waffles all day." And shopping, but again, he'd learned his lessons. Mostly.
Also, it still felt a little weird to eat chicken. What with the wings. But it was so delicious.
Inu-yasha's eyes narrowed in confusion. Was Warren making fun of him?
"And waffles?" He was pretty sure he'd never even eaten a waffle, but he didn't think they went with chicken.
"Yeah, it's a thing. Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles? Famous in LA?" That wasn't a rich people thing, either, so... okay, maybe the guy just didn't like waffles. "I mean, it's not the only thing famous in LA. Maybe that's just me. And my love of waffles."
"Never had one," Inu-yasha replied gruffly, a faint blush tingeing his cheeks. He hated looking like an idiot. To cover his discomfort, he turned his attention to the large plate of food in front of him, shoveling a large bite into his mouth and chewing aggressively.
Warren watched for a moment, simultaneously grossed out and spellbound. Apparently this guy had been raised by wolves. Wolves that didn't give him waffles. After just a second, though, Warren snapped himself out of it and looked to his own plate. Which suddenly didn't appeal as much as it had before he'd watched Inu-Yasha attack his own. He made himself take a bite of mac n cheese anyhow. "I'm sure we'll get them for breakfast at some point. Then you can report back," he said, masking any trace of disdain expertly.
Inu-yasha glanced up at Warren, momentarily unsure if the other boy actually expected him to give some kind of report. ...probably not? That would be weird, even for rich people, right? "No one eats waffles in the places I'm from," he replied dryly around his current mouthful.
Aaaand the talking with the mouth full. Warren averted his eyes and made himself swallow what was in his own mouth. In spite of the ruined appetite. He tried to concentrate instead on wondering what the hell part of LA didn't have waffles. Al Hambra? Hm.
"I'm sorry to hear it," Warren said as gamely as he could. Still trying for actual conversation, though, he asked, "What's your breakfast of choice then?"
Shrugging, Inu-yasha thought about it for a minute. "Whatever I can get." No point hiding that. Hell, he kinda wanted to see how much Warren could handle. "Rice and soup, maybe fish, if Kaede-baba's cooking. Whatever fast food's handy. Fruit's easy to steal."
Aaaaaaand he'd done it again. Why it hadn't occurred to Warren that this kid might be super-poor (if not homeless, which is kind of the impression he was getting now), he didn't know. Apparently fucking up with Scott within 60 seconds hadn't taught him a damn thing. Shit.
Steeling himself against his disdain for Inu-Yasha's table manners (which obviously weren't his fault--or his family's, if he had one), Warren looked at him again and nodded. "And tastes good," he added. "I gotta admit I'd prefer the fast food though. In most cases."
"Figured you'd want something fancy," Inu-yasha replied skeptically. He continued eating like someone might take the food away from him (though anyone who tried would seriously regret it).
Warren's smile went a little more genuine. "Oh, I love plenty of fancy stuff, don't get me wrong. But even rich kids" --which he had no trouble believing Inu-Yasha had pegged him as immediately (you can take the boy out of the prep school...)-- "want Taco Bell after a long night. It's just good. Better than an apple."
Yeah, that was usually a good time to rob them, Inu-yasha thought but didn't say. Instead, he furrowed his brow and asked a question that was bothering him. "Oy - if you've got all that money, why're you here anyway?"
Definitely raised by wolves, but that actually made Warren chuckle. "Money can buy most happinesses, but not anonymity when you've got a giant pair of wings sprouting out of your back. Sad but true."
"Shit like that doesn't matter if you've got money," Inu-yasha replied, something akin to a glare glinting in his eyes. "Pretty wings like that? They'd fall all over themselves to make you famous." That was what most rich people wanted, right?
"Yeah, thanks for calling them pretty, but I wish it was that simple." This time, Warren's laugh was slightly bitter. "But you're assuming 'famous' is 'better'. And a lot of other things." Like parents that wouldn't lose thieir shit and lock you up if you dared, for one thing.
Warren didn't want to talk about that, though, so without giving Inu-Yasha much of a chance to respond, he barreled ahead with: "You saying you wouldn't be here if you had money?"
Inu-yasha's face flushed at the 'pretty' remark - he'd meant it rudely, but Warren had turned that on him - but the question gave him a way out. He looked away, huffing slightly.
"Maybe. Old man said I could get stronger here." Also some shit about an education, but Inu-yasha was way less excited about that. He tried thinking about 'if he had money', but found it difficult. "Hard to imagine not needing to fight for everything," he drawled after a moment. "Don't really know what that's like."
"Sounds like you're about to find out, Warren said sincerely. "Maybe you'll surprise yourself."
That made Inu-yasha stop eating. "What's that supposed t'mean?" he asked suspiciously.
Warren cocked an eyebrow--trying not to be too happy that the loud chewing had stopped. "Exactly what it sounds like? You said you didn't know what you'd do if you didn't have to worry about money. Now you don't. Who knows what surprising shit could go down."
Ah, Inu-yasha had misunderstood. He'd thought Warren meant he wouldn't need to fight anymore. Inu-yasha was damn sure they'd all be fighting here, rich or not. People always hated anyone and anything different.
"Borrowed money," he replied darkly. "And there's always a catch."
"Always," Warren readily agreed. "Even when it's not necessarily borrowed. Doesn't mean you can't get something out of it." He stuffed a fork full of mac into his mouth and chewed... politely.
A smirk of approval flickered across Inu-yasha's face. Maybe this rich boy wasn't a total waste. "That's my idea, yeah," he agreed, a dark edge to his voice.
Warren smirked right back. "You say that like you plan on using the opportunity to become a criminal mastermind. That's not what I was endorsing, but hey, go for it, man."
Inu-yasha snorted dismissively. "I'm only here to get stronger. Strong enough that no one can mess with me."
At first, Warren wanted to be dismissive about that. But then he considered everything he'd learned so far and instead said, "Fair enough. Let's hope this is the kind of safe place where everyone can learn that."
Inu-yasha raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. He didn't really care what anyone else was here to do. Instead he returned his focus to his plate, half of which was completely cleaned at this point. He hadn't had a meal this big in months.
Warren forced down a few more bites, reminding himself that Inu-Yasha's manners (or lack thereof) were hardly evidence of character. The guy'd had it hard; Warren had not, and wasn't in a position to judge. That was all there was to it.
After he'd gotten down all he could with the loud eating beside him, Warren said, "I'm gonna go exploring. See you around?"
Inu-yasha spared him a surprised glance. Why would he care what Warren was going to do? And why would Warren care if they 'saw each other around'? Surprised out of his usual rudeness, he just mumbled, "Yeah, uh... sure."
Inu-yasha had seriously considered just staying in his room for the night, but it turned out the novelty of having a room to himself wore off quickly. He'd claimed a bed, investigated the free school crap, even thrown some of his stuff under the bed - like those "nice" clothes Kaede-baba had wasted her money on, like hell he'd be caught wearing that shit.
But after that... what was he going to do, sit and watch the shadows move?
So he figured he'd go find where they kept the food. Might as well know where to eat. This crazy castle of a place was bound to have something edible, right? So he threw on his old oversized red sweatshirt, pulled the hood up to cover his ears, and followed his nose.
The cafeteria had been weirdly unnerving. All that food, and it was just... free? He'd covertly stuffed a few things in the pocket of his sweatshirt, pretending it was in case he got hungry later (but really it just felt weird not to be stealing food from rich people).
The next unnerving thing? Now he had a tray of food and had to sit somewhere. Fuck, it was like school all over again. He paused, eyeing the room for a likely spot.
Warren paused, since the raggedy looking Asian guy was between him and the table he was making for. Realizing what was going on, though, or thinking he did, anyhow, he smiled and ruffled his wings slightly before tucking them up tight again. "Hey, man. Sit where you want--no one here bites. Well, so far."
Inu-yasha's head snapped around and up, fixing the uncomfortably tall blonde boy with a glare... which shifted over his shoulder to the white wings there (huh)... before focusing on his face again, eyes narrowing.
"That some kind of joke?" he asked, though the distraction of the wings had taken most of the snap out of the question.
"Apparently not a great one." Warren chuckled and nodded to the nearest table. So the guy struck him as a little skittish, but that, he could handle. "Come on, let's do introductions over food. I'm starving."
Inu-yasha was still trying to figure out what this guy's game was. He hesitated, watching the taller boy move to a table, but decided there wasn't much to lose. If the rich boy - and he was definitely a rich, everything about him fucking smelled like money - was trying to pull something, Inu-yasha would teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
Content with that thought, Inu-yasha followed him to the table, dropping his tray on the table and himself into a chair that put his back to the wall. He fixed Warren with a suspicious look, ignoring his food for now.
Once Warren settled, wings tucked up neatly, he gestured for the other boy to follow, then said, "I'm Warren Worthington." Yes, he was getting the suspicious vibe, but he wasn't about to draw attention to anything... off. He'd made that mistake once all-too-recently. He could learn.
Inu-yasha just looked at him blankly. Was that... was that a name? Fucking rich people... "You're what?" he asked gruffly, raising an eyebrow.
"Warren," he said again with a chuckle. "Kind of an old guy name, I know. It's a family thing.
"And you are...?"
"Inu-yasha," he replied in his most American accent, since most people struggled with his name. He took the moment to glance first at Warren's wings again - strange - and then around the room to see if anyone was watching them.
Warren repeated it carefully, "Inu-yasha, nice to meet you." His father had instilled in him the habit of repeating peoples' names as a way to help remember them. Good for business. This one sounded Japanese, which answered Warren's next question, in a larger sense anyhow, "Where you from, man?"
"L.A.," Inu-yasha replied shortly. His amber eyes met Warren's again, and after a brief pause he decided to answer the underlying question. "And Tokyo."
Warren had been perfectly content with LA--not like everyone with an accent of some kind considered themselves "from" anywhere but the US--but appreciated the Tokyo bit. "I've been to Tokyo a few times, but I never got to do much there. Loved it, though. LA is my favorite. Chicken and waffles all day." And shopping, but again, he'd learned his lessons. Mostly.
Also, it still felt a little weird to eat chicken. What with the wings. But it was so delicious.
Inu-yasha's eyes narrowed in confusion. Was Warren making fun of him?
"And waffles?" He was pretty sure he'd never even eaten a waffle, but he didn't think they went with chicken.
"Yeah, it's a thing. Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles? Famous in LA?" That wasn't a rich people thing, either, so... okay, maybe the guy just didn't like waffles. "I mean, it's not the only thing famous in LA. Maybe that's just me. And my love of waffles."
"Never had one," Inu-yasha replied gruffly, a faint blush tingeing his cheeks. He hated looking like an idiot. To cover his discomfort, he turned his attention to the large plate of food in front of him, shoveling a large bite into his mouth and chewing aggressively.
Warren watched for a moment, simultaneously grossed out and spellbound. Apparently this guy had been raised by wolves. Wolves that didn't give him waffles. After just a second, though, Warren snapped himself out of it and looked to his own plate. Which suddenly didn't appeal as much as it had before he'd watched Inu-Yasha attack his own. He made himself take a bite of mac n cheese anyhow. "I'm sure we'll get them for breakfast at some point. Then you can report back," he said, masking any trace of disdain expertly.
Inu-yasha glanced up at Warren, momentarily unsure if the other boy actually expected him to give some kind of report. ...probably not? That would be weird, even for rich people, right? "No one eats waffles in the places I'm from," he replied dryly around his current mouthful.
Aaaand the talking with the mouth full. Warren averted his eyes and made himself swallow what was in his own mouth. In spite of the ruined appetite. He tried to concentrate instead on wondering what the hell part of LA didn't have waffles. Al Hambra? Hm.
"I'm sorry to hear it," Warren said as gamely as he could. Still trying for actual conversation, though, he asked, "What's your breakfast of choice then?"
Shrugging, Inu-yasha thought about it for a minute. "Whatever I can get." No point hiding that. Hell, he kinda wanted to see how much Warren could handle. "Rice and soup, maybe fish, if Kaede-baba's cooking. Whatever fast food's handy. Fruit's easy to steal."
Aaaaaaand he'd done it again. Why it hadn't occurred to Warren that this kid might be super-poor (if not homeless, which is kind of the impression he was getting now), he didn't know. Apparently fucking up with Scott within 60 seconds hadn't taught him a damn thing. Shit.
Steeling himself against his disdain for Inu-Yasha's table manners (which obviously weren't his fault--or his family's, if he had one), Warren looked at him again and nodded. "And tastes good," he added. "I gotta admit I'd prefer the fast food though. In most cases."
"Figured you'd want something fancy," Inu-yasha replied skeptically. He continued eating like someone might take the food away from him (though anyone who tried would seriously regret it).
Warren's smile went a little more genuine. "Oh, I love plenty of fancy stuff, don't get me wrong. But even rich kids" --which he had no trouble believing Inu-Yasha had pegged him as immediately (you can take the boy out of the prep school...)-- "want Taco Bell after a long night. It's just good. Better than an apple."
Yeah, that was usually a good time to rob them, Inu-yasha thought but didn't say. Instead, he furrowed his brow and asked a question that was bothering him. "Oy - if you've got all that money, why're you here anyway?"
Definitely raised by wolves, but that actually made Warren chuckle. "Money can buy most happinesses, but not anonymity when you've got a giant pair of wings sprouting out of your back. Sad but true."
"Shit like that doesn't matter if you've got money," Inu-yasha replied, something akin to a glare glinting in his eyes. "Pretty wings like that? They'd fall all over themselves to make you famous." That was what most rich people wanted, right?
"Yeah, thanks for calling them pretty, but I wish it was that simple." This time, Warren's laugh was slightly bitter. "But you're assuming 'famous' is 'better'. And a lot of other things." Like parents that wouldn't lose thieir shit and lock you up if you dared, for one thing.
Warren didn't want to talk about that, though, so without giving Inu-Yasha much of a chance to respond, he barreled ahead with: "You saying you wouldn't be here if you had money?"
Inu-yasha's face flushed at the 'pretty' remark - he'd meant it rudely, but Warren had turned that on him - but the question gave him a way out. He looked away, huffing slightly.
"Maybe. Old man said I could get stronger here." Also some shit about an education, but Inu-yasha was way less excited about that. He tried thinking about 'if he had money', but found it difficult. "Hard to imagine not needing to fight for everything," he drawled after a moment. "Don't really know what that's like."
"Sounds like you're about to find out, Warren said sincerely. "Maybe you'll surprise yourself."
That made Inu-yasha stop eating. "What's that supposed t'mean?" he asked suspiciously.
Warren cocked an eyebrow--trying not to be too happy that the loud chewing had stopped. "Exactly what it sounds like? You said you didn't know what you'd do if you didn't have to worry about money. Now you don't. Who knows what surprising shit could go down."
Ah, Inu-yasha had misunderstood. He'd thought Warren meant he wouldn't need to fight anymore. Inu-yasha was damn sure they'd all be fighting here, rich or not. People always hated anyone and anything different.
"Borrowed money," he replied darkly. "And there's always a catch."
"Always," Warren readily agreed. "Even when it's not necessarily borrowed. Doesn't mean you can't get something out of it." He stuffed a fork full of mac into his mouth and chewed... politely.
A smirk of approval flickered across Inu-yasha's face. Maybe this rich boy wasn't a total waste. "That's my idea, yeah," he agreed, a dark edge to his voice.
Warren smirked right back. "You say that like you plan on using the opportunity to become a criminal mastermind. That's not what I was endorsing, but hey, go for it, man."
Inu-yasha snorted dismissively. "I'm only here to get stronger. Strong enough that no one can mess with me."
At first, Warren wanted to be dismissive about that. But then he considered everything he'd learned so far and instead said, "Fair enough. Let's hope this is the kind of safe place where everyone can learn that."
Inu-yasha raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. He didn't really care what anyone else was here to do. Instead he returned his focus to his plate, half of which was completely cleaned at this point. He hadn't had a meal this big in months.
Warren forced down a few more bites, reminding himself that Inu-Yasha's manners (or lack thereof) were hardly evidence of character. The guy'd had it hard; Warren had not, and wasn't in a position to judge. That was all there was to it.
After he'd gotten down all he could with the loud eating beside him, Warren said, "I'm gonna go exploring. See you around?"
Inu-yasha spared him a surprised glance. Why would he care what Warren was going to do? And why would Warren care if they 'saw each other around'? Surprised out of his usual rudeness, he just mumbled, "Yeah, uh... sure."