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Xander sat on the edge of his bed, laptop on his knee. He wasn't typing, or reading really either, though he was scanning up and down a snarky review of the latest Mr. What episode and idly noting where he should be cracking up if he were actually paying attention to it. Which he wasn't. He was mostly just... not taking down posters.

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[Open for visitors after Isabel leaves; just if Willow's here, nobody else is; you either came before or after her.]

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"Xander!" Willow ran down the hall and launched herself at him for a hug.

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"Er.... oof?" Wow, was this familiar. Except, um. "Is your hair longer?" Maybe her portal thing dumped her into Locker 327 for three months and then back out into tomorrow?

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"No, no! Not longer!" Willow said, hastily. She pulled back. "Same length it always was and - hey!"

She thwapped him on the arm. Hard.

"You can't tell a girl that you're gay??"

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Xander rubbed his arm and gaped at her. "Okay one, OW! Two, doubleyew tee eff? And three, um... Ow. Because I feel that can't be emphasized enough."

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"This is Cordelia's fault, isn't it?" Willow said, shaking her head. "I told you no good would come out of you dating her. I lectured. I wrote poems, Xander! Which, okay, I did not actually give you but do you know how hard it is to create rhyming couplets using the word Cordelia? I had to learn Etruscan!"

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Okay, right, this was Fandom, but it was also Willow, and he'd just seen her, and possibly the thwack to his arm had shaken his brain up a bit too; it didn't take much. So Xander's dial was still set on WTF where the W stands for What.

So he repeated that, because apparently that needed to be emphasized too. Only he said the words this time, not just the letters.

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"You're not gay?" Willow asked, hopefully. "Not - not that there's anything wrong with being gay and... okay in hindsight this explains a lot about the Barbie incident, but - you can't tell a girl? Ever? Maybe save her a few decades of her life?"

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Xander... blinked. A lot. More. "Um. We... kinda talked about this?" he understated. "You suddenly have a problem now?"

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"We so did not," Willow said. Then she remembered Angel's reaction at seeing her. "Oh! Not your Willow! At least, I don't think so? Angel said I was different."

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Ah, seee. There's the brain cell kicking in.

"Ohhhhhhh. Your hair is longer." Xander looked at her quizzically. "World without shrimp? Or Cubs win the Pennant world?"

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"World where I'm a junior?" Willow tried, since that was technically true.

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And there's the mouth opening. And closing. And the brain... doing something.

"So... " He rubbed his arm again, because really that couldn't hurt. "Buffy just killed the Master?"

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"Right!" Willow said, because that bit of chronological trivia she'd made herself memorize.

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Xander did the fish mouth again, but this time it wasn't gaping, so much as not being sure he should say what he was about to say.

Apparently his mouth was surer than he was. "Er. Might want to smash up his bones, then."

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"Well of course we want to... um, I mean really?" Willow said, pretending to not know that.

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"Trust me. Like you might want to shoot them an e-mail back home now before Buffy comes back from L.A. all bitchituded and then there's some hanging upside-downity."

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"You are absolutely right!" Willow said. She took a step back. "I - I'll go do that right now! Can't be too safe!"

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Blinkyblinky. As, really, most of the day had been. "Oh...kay. Far as I know they're pretty safe 'til September, but it can't hurt. So, you're here? Like here here? Coming to school here?"

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"Yep!" she said. "Got my official paperwork and everything. I'm up in 509."

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"Huh. Well, that's..." He really wasn't sure what it was, but bad didn't seem to be on the list. "Great!" he settled for, grinning. "Weird, but great."

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"I'm going to go do that very important email now!" Willow said, because it was so much easier to sustain a lie when she didn't linger in the room where she'd been fibbing in the first place. "Bye!"

And with that she ran upstairs.

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Xander stared after her for a moment, then closed the door behind her and slowly moved back to his poster. Not that he was doing anything with it, because

Blink.

Blinkity.

Blinkity.

Wow could he ever use something except not Parker because against the rules to knock him out of his blink sync right about now.