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soldtoarmenians ([personal profile] soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-08-10 12:21 pm
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Room 121, Thursday, lunchtime

Xander, sitting at his desk and staring intelligently into space, occasionally tapping a finger against Jeremiah's tank, is trying to decide something very important.

Food?

Nap?

Food?

Nap?

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[For the b-word-person. Sidling towards NWS]
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-08-10 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Xander blinks at him, then snickers without strikethrough even and gets on with the jeans getting-off. Which is usually a prelude to the other kind. Unless you're in Wilderness Survival, apparently.

"Workshop," he says as he pins Bridge to the bed. "Class. Activity. Thingy."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-08-10 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"This is an activity..." Bridge points out.
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-08-10 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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