( Which, of course, is when a red-headed knight fell on to his bed. )
[OOC: Like the redhead said! Also, yes, this happens after Z left for Homecoming.]
Space Battles. He was almost up to the metal bikini.
[OOC: For the BFF. Will also be a linkdrop soonish, la.]
Xander's on the couch with his laptop out, poking at the books for (Y)MCA. Damn if it hasn't been a busy month, between new tenants and repair jobs coming in. Not that he can complain; it'll give him something to answer when his fellow grads ask what he's been up to besides "went bowling, ate challah, and watched Dawn turn eighteen for the second time." That and reassure them that the fine upstanding Fandom tradition of crazy people on the radio hasn't died out.
[For ze boyfriend]
Yeah, there'd been good parts to the last two weeks, and work - of several kinds - was fine, even though his Slayer's taking off for another dimension for the weekend.
But people leaving, people who left, people who might get a little nervous about the idea of him going anyplace... It would make anybody sane consider moving into a fort for the near future.
Granted that doesn't explain why Xander's doing it.
[OOC: For the fort-buddy. ...Still not you, Madrox. A NWS scene follows this post, but is filtered.]
[OOC: For the snuggled-with-permission. Which is still not you, Jamie.]
[OOC: for someone with a festive umbrella. No, not you, Jamie.]
Until he stepped out, wiped the steam off the mirror, and had to fumble for the cell with wet fingers before it buzzed itself off the countertop.
Then there was an outgoing call.
Then came the thumping.
[OOC: open for a specific call, but if anybody feels like dealing with him before then, he'll answer the door. He'll just be a basketcase.]
And now he's tucked up in a Really Big Bed 'cause even though he's Almost Six and Too Big For Naps, Xander is okay with sleeptimes 'cause even grownups have sleeptimes even if they're later than kid sleeptimes and grownups don't even ever have nearly as Very Exciting Weekends as kids do. So he's good as long as he has his froggie and a nightlight and Bridge isn't going away. "You're not goin' away, right?"
Xander frowned when he entered the bedroom, though, because he knew for a fact that the bed had been empty when he left this afternoon.
Now there was a green stuffed frog sitting on his pillow.
Not that this was all that weird normally, but now? He narrowed his eye, then picked it up and carried it over to the shelf where it belonged.
...Fandom. It's Fandom, not Sunnydale, he repeated to himself when the lights were out and he had the blanket pulled up to his chin and he heard the soft *thump* *thump* *thump* of something hopping across the floor and landing on his bed. Which didn't stop him from pulling the covers up to his head and deciding he'd deal with it in the morning.
[NFB, since fuzzygreenthing is omgsekrit]