MCA #0, Saturday Night

[needsaparrot]

That noise coming from Xander's apartment wasn't the rhythmic thumping of a head against a wall this time. It was the sound of a guy singing in the shower about ordinary days. Loudly. So loudly that he didn't hear the phone on the bathroom counter proving that Simon and Garfunkel made a really crappy counterpoint to Great Big Sea.

Until he stepped out, wiped the steam off the mirror, and had to fumble for the cell with wet fingers before it buzzed itself off the countertop.

Then there was an outgoing call.

Then came the thumping.

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[OOC: open for a specific call, but if anybody feels like dealing with him before then, he'll answer the door. He'll just be a basketcase.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Jingling of keys or not, Anders could fill in the end of that sentence very easily. And he couldn't help a small grin -- ow, lip, ow -- at the immediacy in Xander's voice. "Okay. You won't yell at him too much, Harris, right?"

[[Now with spelling, WTF.]]

[needsaparrot]

"I just want to know he's safe. Then I'll yell at him." And that would be the slamming of the door shut behind him.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"He's safe." A slight grunt. "He's also heavier than you'd think. 'm gonna take him into the exam room now, 'kay?"

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, by safe I meant not being carried, for a start." And now there was the sound of footsteps on pavement. "Go in. I'll be there in a minute."

[needsaparrot]

[Thataway: --->]