Room 406, 2nd period

[soldtoarmenians]

Within, there was a Xander. Who was sort of awake. In that 'sitting at the desk, staring at your Art History book and not really seeing anything, even the Naked Venus On the Half-Shell centerfold in the Early Renaissance section you just flipped through yet again' way.

There could be coffee, but that would require movement.

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[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek dropped by with a bundle in his arms, knocking at the door firmly. He looked vaguely grumpy, but that may have been having to do with ferrying other peoples' things around the dorms more than anything. "Xander?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinked and jerked his gaze away from where he was totally reading last week's chapter, really.

He answered the door, still blinky. "Uh. Hi? Morning?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Mostly," Krycek assured him, smirking, then thrust the orange-ish bundle forward against Xander's chest. "Here, these are yours. I figured the cheerleading uniform probably wasn't, but you're welcome to correct me and I'll go get it for you."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander looked down at the clothes he was holding, for clothes indeed they were. His missing ones.

"Buh?" he asked intelligently. Then, "Cheerleading?" Then, "You... had these why?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Jake had them," he corrected, apparently feeling the need to differentiate. "They were in my room though, and if I let him return them, they'd just sit around a couple more weeks."

[soldtoarmenians]

He was awake enough to form complete sentences, really, if he tried. "Jake borrowed my shirt? Not that I actually mind, but--" He paused. "Jake has a cheerleading outfit?"

Mental image number 1, neatly labeled "Fig. 1, Boy Jake," only increased the blinkiness, but "Fig. 2, Oh Yeah, Girl Jake" was almost enough to substitute for the lack of coffee in waking him up.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"I don't think it's his. He's probably just borrowing it," Krycek said, frowning slightly. "Unless he got it to surprise me, except that hiding it in a crumpled wad in the corner of the room wasn't exactly the sneakiest thing."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander tilted his head the other direction, and resumed blinking. "Has it occurred to you that your boyfriend's a little odd?"

He was fully aware of the irony of him asking the question, yes. Also of Parker's voice batting at his memory like a persistent, tiny Acme Sledge Hammer^tm. Look, he told it. I'm talking to Krycek. Shut up, be happy. ---- About cheerleading uniforms? -- Did you specify? No? Then shut up.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek arched an eyebrow, pausing momentarily to look at him. "Odd how?" He didn't seem unaware of the irony in asking that question here of all places, but clarification might have been in order.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I'm kinda spoiled for choice between the random borrowing of people's clothes, the writing things on your forehead, the coffee instead of blood, or just the..." Xander did a vague arm-flail that almost caused him to drop the bundle of clothes. "General Jakeyness of him."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek grinned suddenly, leaning in against the outside of the doorframe. "He's crazy. It's part of what I love about him," he said simply.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander laughed. "Fair enough - I can't exactly claim my dating history ever contained the recommended daily allowance of sanity either."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

The grin fading back into a more customary smirk as Krycek shrugged slightly. "I don't think there's any way to be all that sane here, besides the fact that dating is usually its own special brand of hell." He looked at Xander a moment, trying to remember something. "You were watching that whole kiss debacle, right?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander's eyes darted away, and he coughed. "I was there; watching might be overstating the case."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek snickered and he pushed away from the doorframe, readying to leave. "Well, you did something to merit your clothes being stolen and I'm pretty damn sure I didn't actually kiss you, so..." He shrugged, amused.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I think I'd remember that, somehow." Xander glanced at his clothing. "Just stealing some of my clothes doesn't make much sense if he's getting back at me for something. All of 'em, maybe, but it's not like I had to wander around school naked for the last two days."