Xander's room at the Arms, early Thursday Morning

[needsaparrot]

Right, this wouldn't be Xander pacing around, worrying about Bridge and Z and cursing the lack of new news, in between poking verrrrry carefully at the old news in his in-box in case something jumps out and bites him. Which hey, Fandom, always a possibility.

He was also hoping he might hear from somebody who'd be likely to understand how completely fraxx0red his brain was right about now.
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[OOC: For willbedone]

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[needsaparrot]

Xander decided that "And your girlfriend's a vampire Slayer," would probably not go over well at this point, so he stuck with, "Peter's a king? I thought he was a knight. Did he jump three pawns and a bishop or something?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"He was always a king," Willow admitted. "And an Emperor. He just doesn't like to brag about it."

[needsaparrot]

"Knight, king, emperor... Talking animals don't have much of a budget for government positions, huh. He must multi-task really well."

[ooc: and I crawl back under the covers for a couple hours. errrf]

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"His brother and sisters help," Willow said. "They're all royalty. Peter's High King though. And not to be shallow but he looks really good in the outfit."

[*tucks you in*]

[needsaparrot]

"And now I know what to do with those annoying little referral subsription cards that come with the monthly issue of Men In uniform. You get a late Hannukha present, I get a discount when I renew, everybody wins."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Xander," Willow scolded, even as she blushed. "It's Peter-specific."

[needsaparrot]

"Try that one on somebody who didn't grow up watching Bitterwoman with you," he teased her.