16 Unicorn Street, Monday afternoon (after the construction shift)

[needsaparrot]

Xander led the way into the house, pointing out a couple of new features as he waited for one of its owners to follow. "Deadbolt's brass, but it's got a silver base. Those take protection spells well, at least according to my BFF."

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[OOC: for demons_death]

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[needsaparrot]

Xander gave him a nervous look. Which was fake. Maybe. "And the last thing we want is a stink-offended pregnant lady who has the key to the weapons locker."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John chuckled. "Who says she needs a weapons locker?"

[needsaparrot]

"....Point." Xander's eye widened as he moved into the bedroom and pointed to the French doors. He sniffed the air. "Safely unstinked."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John crossed the room to get a better look at the new doors. It was an excellent job; they looked like they had always been part of the room. "These are perfect," he said.

[needsaparrot]

Xander smiled. "Nah, perfect would be if they were designed to withstand a full assault squadron or a pissed-off woman with or without a gun. I'd have had to go with steel for that, though, and wood's prettier." Also he could hang a steel door, but make one? Ahahaha.

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

"It is." John looked over his shoulder at Xander. "I know a few tricks to hopefully make them a little more resilient. They'll do fine."

[needsaparrot]

"Glad you like 'em, then." Xander pointed towards the doorway back to the rest of the house. "And then there's the baby's room, right?"

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John's smile might have turned just a little sappy. Just a little. "Yes."

[needsaparrot]

The expression didn't escape Xander's notice. He grinned. "You look like you can't wait much longer to put it to use."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

"About six more weeks, give or take," John said. "Although I think Zoe wouldn't be that upset if it was less."

[needsaparrot]

"I can imagine." Only in theory, though. Despite most of Xander's friends being girls, they were all single, and most of them, like him, were only-children. Or at least they had been until somebody inserted a 14 year old sister into their lives.

He opened the door to the nursery. Just inside sat a wooden rocking chair, carved, stained, and varnished. "I, um. Might've gone a little overboard."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John walked over and reverently put a hand on the back of the chair, feeling how smooth the wood was. "You know what you were saying earlier about not making art?"

[needsaparrot]

Xander smiled slightly, glancing at the floor. "I don't know about art. But like I said, I'm better with wood."

He walked over to the corner behind the chair where a low, sheet-draped oblong stood. Pulling the sheet off revealed a simple cradle made out of the same wood, with similar rockers. "That's what I meant by overboard."