Fray-Adjacent

The weeks leading up to and following graduation had been... busy was not the word. Or well, it was one of the words, along with eventful, Fandomtastic, scary, heart-stopping, sad, worrying, nostalgia-inducing, work-filled, relieving, newsy, romantic, and occasionally MA-rated. Some of which weren't words, but whatever. It all added up to Xander not having had a chance to just flop down and vegetate in front of the tv for quite a while.

So.

Space Battles. He was almost up to the metal bikini.

[OOC: For the BFF. Will also be a linkdrop soonish, la.]

Xandir, to the camera. That...he's sure is there. Somewhere.

"First I wake up with Hot Bishounen Denial Dude and he flees at the sight of my undies, then the best I can pick up at the bar is some fashion-bitching, and then... then...

What's wrong with me? Am I fat? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I am. It was all those twinkies, wasn't it? But they just kept popping out of that cellphone by the bed, and when a twinkie pops up in your face, what else are you supposed to do?

This sucks. I'm fat and I'm lonely and there's nobody to talk to but this weird purple frog that keeps staring at me and making gibberish sounds kind of like Ling-Ling does so I tried licking it but I didn't get [BLEEP]ed up at all and I...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss my roommates. I wanna go home!"

Non-existent Camera: *clicks off*

[NFI/establishy, but OOC is AOK.]