soldtoarmenians

"What is this with the corrupting?" Xander unzipped one of his bags and pulled out an alarm clock, followed by the laptop, because there might not be wireless, but that didn't exactly make it or the several seasons of various downloaded things on it useless. Plus, in theory, lesson plans, if such didn't actually consist of several pages of hand-drawn circular doodles. "What horrible things am I supposed to be doing to his innocent, unsmirchy mind?"