Room 121, Thursday Morning
Jun. 15th, 2006 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soldtoarmeniansThere was something Xander was supposed to do when he woke up, and this time the fuzziness wasn't because of weekend weirdness, it was just tied into the whole unpleasant "waking up" concept. He stumbled around the room for a few minutes, feeding Jeremiah, brushing teeth, and doing other wakey-up things, before he finally remembered his conversations with Parker and Callisto last night. (And the one with Bridge, but bears didn't seem to have any direct relevance to the issue, even this early in the morning.) He was supposed to be trying to track down the weekend weirdness by checking his outgoing mail.
...*blink* ...*squint trying to read own bad typing*...*blink more*...*facepalm*
Right. Damage-control. If such a thing was possible.
To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Right, then.
Fingers a lot better now; Alanna did a healy thing on them. Still broken but hurts less. Also, spellcheck + bad typing = OTP. Duh. Sorry.
So um, truth spell. Which is over, thank God. I didn't send you any other e-mails besides the one about the bookfair and other stuff I'm not repeating and you're plz not remembering? Or send one to Buffy? That's all that's in outbox but just checking. Memory's a little hazy about some stuff, and other stuff -- like how Tuesday was Bridge's and my 2-month anniversary except we can't count so almost thought we missed it - is just fine, and no idea what the difference is.
Wee!Buffy's out of the clinic by the way. And cheerleading. Which weird mix of relief and... weird, much? Her roommate painted a fish on my door. Her name's Turtle. The fish; roomie's name is River. Also Isabel got the package minus worms. She says thanks and what does she owe you because she might end up asking for more if you can swing it.
love,
Xander
P.S. You and he who I'm trying to avoid mentioning by namebecause you get all bitter and talk about burnination spells in strikethrough? Was not you being punished. OK?
__
No more than a few minutes later, a reply appeared.
To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: re: Right, then.
THANK YOU. Do you KNOW how hard it was not writing you back and asking you about the stuff I knew you wouldn't tell me about if you weren't telling everybody about it because you wouldn't want me to know? I even managed not to write Parker to ask about the detention thing because I'm just. that. virtuous, but. Seriously. Killing me, especially when I wanted to ask how Buffy was, too. No, you didn't send me anything else, and our Buffy didn't e-mail me with a WTF, so I assume the same goes for her.
Tell Isabel don't worry about it; didn't cost me anything. I showed a friend's dad how to actually operate a computer -- he was at "calling the mouse a rat" levels. I think I've got package-mailing help for life, possibly. (I also have said friend glaring at me every time I see him, but hey, if he didn't want me enabling his dad's obsessions, he should've told me before I did it.)
Aww, on your anniversary? What did you do? Or what are you doing?
On the subject of forests, I am virtuous and good and pure and will only suggest that possibly you should avoid them in the future. Because of your hand, I mean. Obviously.
love,
Willow
P.S. Stop that; it's creepy.
Xander sighed, flipped up iTunes and put it on shuffle, then started downloading Sunday and Monday night's radio shows to see if they could give him a clue to anything else he might've said or done while truthified.
[Door's open, if anyone feels like wandering by.]
...*blink* ...*squint trying to read own bad typing*...*blink more*...*facepalm*
Right. Damage-control. If such a thing was possible.
To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Right, then.
Fingers a lot better now; Alanna did a healy thing on them. Still broken but hurts less. Also, spellcheck + bad typing = OTP. Duh. Sorry.
So um, truth spell. Which is over, thank God. I didn't send you any other e-mails besides the one about the bookfair and other stuff I'm not repeating and you're plz not remembering? Or send one to Buffy? That's all that's in outbox but just checking. Memory's a little hazy about some stuff, and other stuff -- like how Tuesday was Bridge's and my 2-month anniversary except we can't count so almost thought we missed it - is just fine, and no idea what the difference is.
Wee!Buffy's out of the clinic by the way. And cheerleading. Which weird mix of relief and... weird, much? Her roommate painted a fish on my door. Her name's Turtle. The fish; roomie's name is River. Also Isabel got the package minus worms. She says thanks and what does she owe you because she might end up asking for more if you can swing it.
love,
Xander
P.S. You and he who I'm trying to avoid mentioning by name
__
No more than a few minutes later, a reply appeared.
To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: re: Right, then.
THANK YOU. Do you KNOW how hard it was not writing you back and asking you about the stuff I knew you wouldn't tell me about if you weren't telling everybody about it because you wouldn't want me to know? I even managed not to write Parker to ask about the detention thing because I'm just. that. virtuous, but. Seriously. Killing me, especially when I wanted to ask how Buffy was, too. No, you didn't send me anything else, and our Buffy didn't e-mail me with a WTF, so I assume the same goes for her.
Tell Isabel don't worry about it; didn't cost me anything. I showed a friend's dad how to actually operate a computer -- he was at "calling the mouse a rat" levels. I think I've got package-mailing help for life, possibly. (I also have said friend glaring at me every time I see him, but hey, if he didn't want me enabling his dad's obsessions, he should've told me before I did it.)
Aww, on your anniversary? What did you do? Or what are you doing?
On the subject of forests, I am virtuous and good and pure and will only suggest that possibly you should avoid them in the future. Because of your hand, I mean. Obviously.
love,
Willow
P.S. Stop that; it's creepy.
Xander sighed, flipped up iTunes and put it on shuffle, then started downloading Sunday and Monday night's radio shows to see if they could give him a clue to anything else he might've said or done while truthified.
[Door's open, if anyone feels like wandering by.]
