Huh. Maybe it's just Xander.
Then again, some days it's not Xander. He kinda loves those days.
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August 4th: Mind the stumps
August 8th: Monkeys are always funny
August 15th: We wear not very short shorts
In Which There Are No Circus Folk
Which Isabel and Wyatt miss
Tony informs his plus-one
The Thing That Happens At The Wedding
In Which Xander Takes His Leave
Way Too Early Sunday Morning
Signs at MCA
Ray was right. Sitting down wasn't a problem. Leaning back was a problem. Which was why Xander was sprawled out on his stomach on the living room rug, tapping away at his laptop.
You missed underwear gnomes. And people being shirtless in the park. And I miss you and I got a (top secret) tattoo. These things are only indirectly related. And also something else but I invoke BFF privilege #23 to not tell you what until later in exchange for you being the first person I tell when later happens.
How's tricks by you?
|Non-existent Camera: *clicks off*|
Xander woke up earlier than he normally would on the morning after Operation Please Don't Arrest Us. It could be something about motel rooms that set his traveling-with-a-slayer clock going, but it was mostly the empty bed. Empty room: no packing sounds, no shower noises, no lights turned on, and what little light there was outside was barely sneaking through the curtains.
He scrubbed his hair out of his face, clicked the bedside lamp on, and spotted the note on the table.
"Son of a..."
He reached for his phone, glad that speed dial #1 meant he didn't have to fumble with buttons, though the time-delay might have prevented his first words on pickup from being, ( 'Where the hell are you?' )
[Preplayed with the fabtastic bridge_carson, futurebucs_star, and tatooine_doofus. NFB due to distance, but OOC is welcome. Posted illegally early because I need TEH SLEEPS.]
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]