Fray-Adjacent

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.]

Wow, Xandir's head is fuzzy. Oh wait, there's a stuffed frog on it.

Except even after he grumbles and shakes it off, recent events are still kind of mysterious. He knows there was a party, but he can't remember much after three tequila, floor. Like where he is now because this definitely isn't his bed, or how he ended up in said bed with a stuffed frog and -- pleasedon'tbeTootpleasdon'tbeTootpleasedon'tbeToot --

Ooh.

( 'Well, hey there.' )

[Preplayed with bridge_carson. Xander has turned into Xandir P. Wifflebottom from Drawn Together; Bridge is now Enari Sen'ichi, aka Sen-chan, his green-ranger counterpart in the Japanese Dekaranger, from whence PR:SPD gets all its fight scenes. NFI, but OOC is love.]