A phone that makes Twinkies.
For several reasons, all of them obvious.
[OOC: Making a specific call, but open for anybody who wants weetiny Xander to ring them.]
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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*|
One of the nice things about being a carpenter? You don't worry too much about frame-damage if you slam the hell out of your apartment door on the way in.
Also you can make nifty under-couch weapon-chests, which was where Xander headed directly after said hell-slamming.
( Xander and Logan have...contrasting viewpoints. )
[Preplayed with the lovely psycho_jackass. NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is pie.]