Sharon, Liam and Warren - Fancy meeting you here

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It was an eternal truth that any time Liam thought he was going to have an unmolested moment in the kitchen: no, he wasn't. This time he barely got his hand around the handle of the refrigerator before familiar six-foot tall frame shouldered him aside.



Turning, Liam hissed, tail puffing out. The only reason he didn't jump back was because he wasn't releasing his gold on the fridge door. He was hungry, his legs hurt and this girl was rude as...."SHARON?" he yelped, barely recognizing her. She smelled like Sharon though. Mostly.

A full face of makeup, complete with an immaculate red lip, scowled back at him. "I have been training," Sharon proclaimed haughtily as she plucked a tupperware from the fridge, which she then shut in his face.

"In what?" He demanded, the need for food temporarily set aside for curiosity and shenanigans. "Clown school? You look bizarre."

Sharon sniffed. "You are a shapeshifter? No? Then this I cannot tell you." She declined to add "because I don't actually understand it," but Kevin had been unsympathetic.

Getting close and sniffing, Liam wrinkled his nose, "You smell like makeup, not shapeshifting. Why are you trying to be a girl? Don't do that."

Sharon's pale cheeks blotched beneath the subtle touches of blush. "You will take that back. I am Cat. Is as I told you, is simply part of my training. If this upsets you, this is a Liam Problem."

"Nope," Liam gleefully poked her cheek with a finger, "You're a girl!" he cackled. "You wear high heels and shriek when the BTS comes on!"

Sharon snapped at his finger, and it was only due to their friendship that he didn't lose the first two joints. "You are too orange to comprehend my secrets," she proclaimed, hugging the tupperware to her nonexistent chest as she spun to storm out of the kitchen.

"We really must stop meeting like this," Warren responded cheerfully, his hands holding onto her shoulders to stop her from falling over. The way he held her had him in a very good position to look at her face, expertly applied. Warren could appreciate the mastery. It must've been Fi who did it. "Is that lipstick transfer-proof? I'd be happy to test that out."

Making a face and groaning, Liam turned away from the fridge, "Ew. Stop that, bird. Make me lose my appetite."

One of the human body's many disadvantages was its inability to puff out to twice its actual size when outraged. Like many people unaccustomed to being on the opposite side of the joke, Sharon had an uncertain grasp of the line between teasing and insult. She settled on her default response of imminent violence.

"Warren Worthington, I will remove your most treasured organ," hissed the girl, and swept away.

Warren looked at Sharon leaving, confused. "I don't have any organs that I treasure more than others .... my piano maybe but an organ?" He shook his head and glared at Liam. "This is your fault. I'm not sure how but it is. And it makes me like you even less than I already did."

"She's going to cut your dick off," Liam translated dryly, finally grabbing a container of oreos. Not what he came for, but this was a lot of drama for a snack, "And that has nothing to do with me."

Liam was talking but Warren was already tuning him out. He had no interest in what the teenager was saying, much less the whole bystander claim. "You're always involved," he responded and tapped at his chin. He had to fix this. Somehow. "And keep eating oreos -- you'll never grow taller than you already are."

"I'm going to use all your furniture as a scratch pad," Liam shot back, leaving to go do anything else anywhere else.

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