MCA #0, Thursday morning

[needsaparrot]

Xander was slouched on the sofa studying the layout of the building, wondering if he could get away with adding another wing or something to deal with the slow but steady stream of new townies that seemed to be trickling in, considering that Giles had filled the last available apartment and with the landing pad on the roof it wasn't like he could build up.

He wasn't using it as an excuse to have something to stare at besides the wall while he obssessed about various conversations, some of them more unsettling (and less one-sided) than others. At all.
__
[OOC: For a specific visitrix.]

Comments

[needsaparrot]

"I used to live with one. Check the pants for evil before you finish him off, though; that's the guy we invented the leather pants rule for."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel gives him a look of "buh".

"Pants are evil?"

[needsaparrot]

"Well, wearing leather ones is a possible sign of it in vampires that usually have a soul." Xander rubbed the back of his neck. "Although as lines go, 'I'm checking your pants for evil' might want to be one you use sparingly."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Depends on who's in the pants," Mel said with big grin and a raised eyebrow.

[needsaparrot]

"That's the point of checking."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"There are days I love this job."