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soldtoarmenians ([personal profile] soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-04-09 04:18 pm

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}

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-04-10 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Really? I wonder what that was about," she wondered.

"Oh no, what happened?" she asked. And then blushed, "Feel free to tell me to be quiet whenever I get too nosy."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-04-10 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel smiled at his explanation of tongue-trippage. "Well if the texting worked then good for you. You've gotten past step one, the asking out part. It's only going to get easier."

"And when you do finally get to see each other in person, just be you. And it'll be fine."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-04-10 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"It'll be fine," Isabel assured him. And then stole the cookie bag to see if anything was left.