Thursday Evening, Room 406, 6-ish

[soldtoarmenians]

There is a closet here. Yeah, yeah, blah blah make your puns while you can. The point is that Xander is standing in front of it. Very very possibly flailing.

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[Open for someone else who lives here. I'd say open for anybody who wanted to stop by and harrass him, but zomg running late, so no.]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel pointed towards the bathroom. "Go get changed. And keep repeating to yourself, it'll be fine, it'll be fine."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander headed for the bathroom, frowning. "Ok, but you realize that'll interfere with the remembering to breathe..."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She whistled when Xander finally came out of the bathroom. "Don't you look great." Walking over she ran her fingers through his hair, mussing it slightly. "Now you're perfect."

[soldtoarmenians]

"No, no, no. Multitasking bad," Xander told her as he headed for the door, though he was grinning. "Can't think about date and fixinating suddenly insane roommate."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Think about the date," she said. "I'll just be here gibbering."

Reaching out she caught his hand to stop him and then gave him a quick hug. "Have fun. And be home by midnight. Don't make me wait up."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yes, crazy lady," Xander said, rolling his eyes slightly as he disentangled himself from her and made it the rest of the way out the door. "I will make every attempt to returninate before you turn into a pumpkin so we can spend some quality time gibbering together."

Possibly he'd just get himself a bit of a head start on that, is all.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

After watching him leave, Isabel decided that she wasn't in the mood to work anymore and decided to take a walk.

[soldtoarmenians]

He was, er, getting his head start in this direction, needless to say.