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[Except not really because this was preplayed and it's clearly in Xander's LJ, yes but anyway]
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Xander? Not remotely nervous. Why would he be? Not like he's meeting somebody he hasn't known since they were too short to reach the bottom cupboard, let alone the top.

Which is exactly why he just poured salt in his latte.

Date: 2006-05-08 05:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"I don't remember, but that's very much an accurate description. Gah."

Date: 2006-05-08 05:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dearwillow.livejournal.com
Willow blinked. "Oookay..." She headed for the counter, and returned shortly with three cups, which she placed on the table. "Warm chocolatey goodness."

She plopped herself down into a chair. "So, Satan's Chihuahua? Did you actually meet Satan, or did he not care so much about getting his dog back?"

Date: 2006-05-08 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dearwillow.livejournal.com
"Awww. Because you know those dogcatchers from Hell are always a barrel of laughs." She smiled at him. Because he was Xander and he got it. "Were you very disappointed?"

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