Xander blinked at her slowly, wincing each time as if even the blinking was attracting the wrath of the skull-remodelers.
"Mostly I just want to get these clothes up close and personal with an incinerator, and possibly any layers of skin that have ever touched them." He looked down at his shirt, which was the bright yellow Twinkie one he'd put on yestreday morning. "Except I'll have to wash the shirt at least; can't burn a present."
He rubbed at his hair, which took absolutely no notice of the action, remaining in wild half-flattened disarray. He totally did have the Apple Logo imprinted on his cheek, too.
"I -- was there vodka? I remember something people were calling vodka..."
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Date: 2006-02-11 10:31 pm (UTC)"Mostly I just want to get these clothes up close and personal with an incinerator, and possibly any layers of skin that have ever touched them." He looked down at his shirt, which was the bright yellow Twinkie one he'd put on yestreday morning. "Except I'll have to wash the shirt at least; can't burn a present."
He rubbed at his hair, which took absolutely no notice of the action, remaining in wild half-flattened disarray. He totally did have the Apple Logo imprinted on his cheek, too.
"I -- was there vodka? I remember something people were calling vodka..."