Room 406, while the radio's broadcasting

[soldtoarmenians]

Heard faintly through the door by anyone passing by in the hall: "WHO WAS FLIRTING AT THE WATCHER'S COUNCIL? THERE WAS NO FLIRTING! UNLESS IT WAS PIPPI AND VICTOR!"

Heard quite a bit more loudly, since Xander opened the door and stuck his head out to make sure people heard it: "THERE WAS KISSING, YES. OF PARKER!"

Xander's hair? No longer pink. No lipstick, no body-glitter, no mousse. He still has a faint line of doomed fish going up his cheek, however, a maple leaf on his forehead, and a statement about dairy products on his arm. Man, those sharpies are a bitch to scrub off.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

There were certain times Isabel regretted having to hide her alien powers. Like right now. While Xander was yelling at some god-awful hour of the morning. If she wasn't hiding them? She'd so be thumping him upside the head with one of the books she'd been working on without leaving the comfort of her own bed.

Instead she rolled over, glared sleepily, and grumbled. "Xander? Forget pink hair, do you like having hair period? Because if you don't quiet down, I'm going to shave your head in your sleep."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Girls? Mean and evil," Xander said. Quietly. And shut the door. "Sorry, radio. It's kind of Fandom High's version of the temporary insanity defense."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She might have smirked just a bit, because she had been a bit mean and evil tonight herself. But Logan deserved it. "I'll forgive you this time," she said. "I wanted to listen to it anyway."