Ok, time gap! YAY! So FYI, Logan and Warren are now living in there own apartment. REVIEW!
5 years later…
"Happy birthday kid."
"Thanks Logan," Warren said, unfolding his wings and settling down on the couch. "Can't believe I've put up with you for five years," Logan sighed joining him.
"Put up with me?" Warren shot at him, "Have you looked around this place. It's a sty and not my doing."
"You're such a pretty boy," Logan sighed, laying his arm on the top of the couch, so it was innocently lying behind Warren's head.
"Insult or compliment?" Warren asked. "Both," Logan murmured. They stared for a moment into each other's eyes.
"How's it feel to be seventeen?" Logan asked. "Good," Warren whispered, keeping eye contact with the older man.
"Great, so you can clean up the apartment!" Logan hopped to his feet and went into the kitchen.
"Oh no I'm not!" Warren retorted, following him, "Your mess, your clothes, your left over pizza, so YOU clean it up."
"I recall you eating one of those pizza slices," Logan pointed out. Warren cocked an eyebrow, "And you ate the rest."
"And you watched me," Logan snapped back. Warren scoffed, "Cause that totally means anything." Logan sighed, "I clean up the living room and the bedroom, and you clean up the kitchen and bathroom."
"Oh, great deal. The bedroom is crystal clean; you know I don't sleep in a pile of crap. You're not getting off that easy."
"Why do we just not clean at all?" Logan asked. Warren sighed, "You say that every time we argue about this."
"And I win," Logan added. "You do not win! I just let you think that," Warren snapped. "Well we don't clean," Logan shot at him. "Excuse me, YOU do not clean. I clean all the time, but within ten minutes, it looks the same."
"Good, so get going," Logan said, heading down the hall, towards the bathroom.
"What are you gonna do?" Warren asked. "Shower."
"Oh fine," Warren muttered under his breath, "I'll do all the work while you go and groom yourself."