Room 406, early afternoon

[soldtoarmenians]

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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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."

[soldtoarmenians]

"See, you say this because you've never had the unfortunate experience of being me." But he grinned. And surreptitiously checked to make sure all the windows on his screen were fully maximized to hide any new desktop background that might or might not be there.

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"It'll be fine," Isabel assured him. And then stole the cookie bag to see if anything was left.