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__The Magic Box, afternoon
Xander could hear the sound of the punching bag getting pummeled the minute he walked in the front door to the shop, which meant wow was somebody -- had to be Faith or Buffy -- hitting it hard. Like hard enough to collapse the frame if somebody wasn't holding it for her, whichever her it was.
"Hey, I'll vouch for the craftsmanship on that thing since I was crafty guy," he said as he pushed the door to the training room open, "but I didn't make it out of titantium or anything."( Buffy just grunted in greeting and punched the bag again. )[OOC: Preplayed with 1ordinarygirl for great yay. No IC interaction, yaddayadda-bingbang, OOC quite welcome.]