Room 406, Saturday Morning

Or, Xander Harris and the Inbox of Doooom

Viagra spam yawn.

Invitation from Jake to go buy a couch...um. Okay. possibly. Despite... almost complete lack of money. But hey, birthdays coming up liek whoa.

( E-mail from Willow, oh crap. )

....*headdesk*

( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

( Dear Willow: )

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*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

[Open for roomination! Or other visitation, as long as it's before the afternoon when Misadventure Yay is occurring.]

Saturday afternoon/evening

Xander was heading down to the 2nd floor common room. As you do. Really he was.

And then this happened. Followed by this. And finally this.

At which point? Shower and bed seemed a hell of a lot more relaxing than the Common Room.