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soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-04-09 04:18 pm
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Room 406, early afternoon
Xander? Totally flopped on his bed with a bag of pretzels, poking the internet for stuff about alternate universes for his incredibly vaguely planned final project in Magical Theory. Not randomly flipping back to his e-mail tab at all. That'd be stupid, since he's got a New Mail popup set.
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{Open for teh roomie, at the moment}
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{Open for teh roomie, at the moment}
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Xander peered into the cookie bag again. Peer, peer, peer...
"I, um, kinda tried the in-person approach beforehand, but that didn't work out so hot."
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"Oh no, what happened?" she asked. And then blushed, "Feel free to tell me to be quiet whenever I get too nosy."
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He shrugged again, sitting up against the head of his bed and reaching for another cookie. "And... nothing happened, really. Which was kind of the problem. There was tongue-trippage, mostly. Thus the text thing."
Xander snickered, though it was only half funny, really. "Which leaves me wondering what happens when, you know, we're actually in the same room. Maybe we both carry around pagers and beep each other? Or just agree in advance to a 115-character limit on anything we say."
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"And when you do finally get to see each other in person, just be you. And it'll be fine."
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