Warren and Liam - No one won this conversation

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In which Warren meets Liam, and neither is very impressed with the other




Heading towards the kitchen to see about breakfast, Liam stopped in the middle of the hallway, a noise that could only be described as a 'chitter' escaping his throat. There was a giant bird. He wanted to pounce. He was already bending his knees, tail swaying behind him when his brain caught up. That was not a bird. That was a birdman.

Sighing, he groaned, forcing himself to stand up. "Damnit," he muttered, stalking down the hall closer to the bird. Life was unfair.

Warren had no idea he was so close to being pounced. He had only stopped by the Mansion momentarily to take a quick nap but of course, as he arrived, he was wide awake. Instead, he decided to drink a bit more coffee (which would only fuel his sleep deprivation) and go sit by a window, look out longingly or some dramatic bullshit. Sometimes, that was the best thing to do. Pretend he was the husband of a sailor, left behind. Oooh or maybe a hot pirate wife. That'd be fun. He could definitely swab the decks for Bobbi. She would look hot with a wooden leg.

Sighing dramatically, Liam wandered a little closer, food temporarily forgotten. Sniffing discreetly, he began to purr. He wasn't great at hunting birds anyways, but this guy was kinda awesome. Idly, he wondered if he liked sleeping in a nest or something similar.

Although Warren was in his own world, he couldn't help but notice the catboy who was slowly creeping up towards him. After meeting Sharon, Warren was now more cautious around cats in general but this one seemed a lot friendlier. "Hello," he said. "Please don't jump in my lap, I have a coffee and an expensive suit on." And since Liam seemed decidedly more animalistic than Sharon, Warren stopped suddenly. "wait, do you understand me? Do I need to learn how to meow? I'm really tired right now, so any guidance would be appreciated."

"Damnit," he grumbled. Liam hadn't really been trying to sneak up and pounce, but.... he wanted to and maybe a little sneak just because. "Why....? What...? Are you like, a literal bird brain or just stupid?" He probably needed to learn to control his mouth better. "Or do you sit in trees and go tweet tweet?"

One thing Warren hated was having his intelligence questioned. He narrowed his eyes. "Do you know who you are speaking with, little kitten? Because if you did, I don't think you'd be saying these things."

"You asked if I communicate in meows when you're clearly a walking Sesame Street character and you wonder why I question your intelligence?" Now Liam was just annoyed. This was the same bullshit he'd gotten at home, he thought mutants would be better. Or at least, keep their mouths shut. He was rapidly becoming very disappointed. "Seriously?"

"My nose is much smaller than a Muppets," Warren huffed. "And if you behave like a cat, then I will speak to you like a cat. Don't pounce people. Or purr. Purring just means you'll get unsolicited pets." Warren was not impressed and was quickly getting more and more annoyed by the whole situation. "Who are you anyways? What's your name?"

Well, he definitely wasn't going to purr now! Because he was unhappy. Purring was a happy thing. He liked getting petted. Sometimes.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Liam glared, "Shouldn't I ask you that? Since you're so high and mighty I should recognize you. Wait. Let me guess. You're The Rock. No. Will Ferrell."

"Now you're being facetious." Warren rolled his eyes. "I am a recognizable person. You are a child and not a famous one. Why would I know who you are?"

"You clearly aren't that recognizable since I have no idea who you are," this was going nowhere. "And I introduced myself on the journals here."

"That's implying that I even have time to look at the journals." He gave another huff. "Is this conversation meaningful in any way? I'm not gaining much from it, just so you know."

You know what? It was not. Clearly. "Maybe you need breakfast and not just coffee," he definitely did. This might be a hangry. "But I'm Liam. And you're.... Elon Musk?"

Warren couldn't help the gag that immediately was produced. "Liam, please never say that again. Ever. I have much better hair and skin than that pasty asshole. I'm Warren Worthington the Third and honestly? I really would prefer if you weren't in my space right now. I have daydreaming to do, and only a few more minutes to do it in. You have thrown off my entire morning, and while I recognize from all my therapy that only I am in control of my emotions and moods, I feel I can say that you have contributed."

Warren Worthington the who? "Yeah, okay, whatever," Liam agreed, shuffling away to get breakfast. Breakfast made everything better. Who didn't love eggs and bacon?