Fray-Adjacent

Xander is typing an e-mail. As you do.

( Dear Willow: )

Well, ok, Xander is staring at the screen with his finger poised over the delete key. But that's sort of like typing, right?
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[OOC: For the Space Cadet who doesn't wear yellow. Not that Xander doesn't love her too. Just not in the same way. Really, really not in the same way.]

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]

After a night of patrolling with Mel turned into Slayerfest 2007, Xander had decided to pass on following that up with a trip to Caritas, and had instead headed home to relax. He could thus now be found curled up on the couch poking Amazon.com about a new copy of a certain book, now that his laptop was all shipshape and internets-getting again, post-blackout.
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[OOC: for certain expected guestages.]