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 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."