Room 406, before Shop

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander stared at The Drawer, then at the duct tape and handful of pencils on his desk. Then at The Drawer. Then at the laptop screen full of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Then at The Drawer.

It was wrong, and sacrelicious. And yet.

He pulled open The Drawer , shielded his eyes from the Holy Golden Glow and set to work.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I take it you found out who borrowed them?" she asked. With a sigh, she finally got out of bed. Mentally thanking Krycek, she flipped on the coffee maker.

[soldtoarmenians]

"You could say that." Xander glanced over at the coffee maker, and nodded thoughtfully. "Good idea." From a small piece of duct tape, he constructed a tiny coffee-mug shape, and attached it to one of the figure's tiny pencil-eraser 'hands.'

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel watched what he was doing with an eyebrow raised. "Who? And why?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"A certain crazy-ass boyfriend of a certain person who kissed some certain other people under the influence of--" Xander put down the statue and made airquotes. "-- 'magic glitter' while I happened to be in the room, which apparently covers the why, too."

Xander stared at his artwork for a moment, frowning at its headless state, then, sighing, he reached up to the top shelf of his desk and grabbed the last, almost-but-not-quite-stale bavarian creme out of the doughnut box. He took a single bite, then jammed the remainder down atop the protuding pencil neck.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh..." Isabel said slowly. "Magic glitter, huh?" She was not going to ask if there was boykissy, not this early in the morning.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Trust me, I was not the one in charge of providing lame excuses that day." Xander wrapped duct tape securely around the figure's waist, affixing it to a ruler which he then duct-taped heavily to a flat piece of wood that used to hold a page-a-day desk-calendar. "And yet somehow I still rate being impersonated and auditioned for A Midsummer Night's Nightmare."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"How could someone impersonate you?" And then she stopped, remembering the one person at Fandom that could probably get away with that. "It was Jake wasn't it? And now you're in the play?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Not if I can get Principal Rock On Dudes to let me out of it, I'm not." Xander flicked a glance at his statue. "Can't really get in to see him til after class, so I'm not missing the chance at an Jakeshattering kaboom over a little thing like whether or not I have anything to kaboom him over."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Kaboom. Fun." Coffee brewed, she took a sip, wincing because it was a bit too hot. Two seconds of concetration later, it was at the perfect temperature. "Are you sure you don't want to be in the play? Show some school spirit and all that?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Where I come from, school spirit usually involves clanking chains. Occasionally something trying to drag me into a locker, which come to think of it hasn't changed much. Stage plays are not school spirit; stage plays are the circle of of hell that comes after algebra problems about trains."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I see," she said with a laugh. "Hopefully you'll be able to get out of it then." Gathering up her clothes, she asked, "Are you done in the bathroom? I might as well get showered and dressed now that I'm up."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yup, all yours," Xander answered as he carefully lowered his statue into an empty box.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, have fun blowing Jake up." Laughing, she closed the bathroom door.

[must go cook dinner...]