Disclaimer: don't own it
Disclaimer: don't own it. Written for a friend several years ago in a moment of blissful stupidity. I love Warren, this is not meant to be insulting.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Warren. One day, he discovered that his hands were on fire. He then set about establishing an angsty yet misunderstood façade, dressing in tight black leather and streaking red through his long curtain of ebony hair. Really, inside, he was just a big softie with a Wondersmile.