soldtoarmenians | Thursday, Room 121, all day (general goodbye post)

Xander's already ~~handwavily~~ sent out e-mails letting people know his new cellphone number if they didn't have it already, and his UC Sunnydale e-mail address, and... when he's leaving. Which he finally has to say 'tomorrow morning' about instead of 'Friday' because they're one and the same.

Now... he's still packing. Posters, folders, last-minute items and just stuff he wanted to leave up for as long as possible to make the room acknowledge that for now, he still lives here. Every so often he and Bridge are taking a break to look at pictures or watch a dvd, because at this point he's on the flipside of where he was yesterday: if he packs too fast, the room'll be empty, and Xander can't quite take that, not yet.

You can't really say Jeremiah's taking a break; he'd have to have been working in the first place for that to be true. He's just going back and forth between supervising the packing and supervising the loafing.

The door is open. Xander's yearbook is on the desk next to Jeremiah, for anyone who feels like signing it.

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[Open all day, or ping in tomorrow if needed since some importantomg people are unfortunately afk today. Good for slowplay until... it's done.]

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"Thanks," Marie smiled. "Just did it last night."

"Dude. Thanks," Xander says, taking the box. Then he laughs. "I'm not sure what's funnier - that the trip's only gonna take about 30 seconds, or that I could probably eat all these before it's over if I try really hard."

He makes a bit of a sickly face. "Though I probably shouldn't. There was a Gatorade incident."

"Nope! Come in. Set a spell. Join the very small party consisting of me, Bridge, a frog, and a robot dog."

"I'd totally hold your hand again," John says. "And not in a Bridge like way. In a way 'you kick ass, seriously' way."

"Actually," Bridge says, having wandered over to the open doorway just in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. "I have an idea..."

"You can bet on it," Cally said. She gave a little wave, and was really restraining herself from crying. "I guess this is goodbye."

"I'd totally get hit in the head with boots again for you," Xander returned. "We made a good team."

"Hey, Sam." Xander pointed to the spread of food. "There's sugar. And caffeine."

"Damn good team," John says with a smirk. "I'm glad you found someone to make you happy too. Very deserved. For both of you."

"Trade you," Sam said, handing him the bag and going to get coffee and a doughnut. "Lunch of champions. I don't think I'll ever look at a Twinkie without thinking of you."

"I'm not sure they'd let it live in the dorms at UC Sunnydale," Xander said. "Though I guess it could always be a sekrit ninja electro-kitty and hide under the bed whenever anybody came in ~~like Miss Kitty Fantastico except for it wouldn't suddenly disappear and never get mentioned again until it's used as a punchline for a joke about crossbows WTF JOSS WTF~~."

"It would be a ninja cat, yes," Rory assured him. "And maybe if I found a big enough box, I could send you a Rory for a weekend or something."

"And I want to hear it," Xander says. "Even if there's a small amount of fear attached to that."

"Well," Bridge says. "You've mentioned more than once how you've kissed Cally, and how you've kissed *me*, but not Anders. I think you should fix that."

Anders coughed. "You did suggest it in my yearbook, Harris."

Xander forced a smile. "It could be see you later? The other one sucks. Also it could be see you later after another hug?"

Xander coughs and looks a bit nervously at Bridge. "More than once being defined as 'twice, and one of those was the me telling you about the yearbook?'"

"Please?" Bridge asks, giving Xander his best wide-eyed look.

Xander looked over. "What am I welcome for? Also hey, you're back and unsharkinated!"

"You sure you don't mind?" Xander actually is a little iffy on the concept when he's not just joking about it. "Kissing best friends has been not exactly the smartest thing I could do, historically speaking. And okay it was my best friend, but..."

Xander got something about hugs, or eating his face. He decided it was the first. "I could pick you up?" Given the pantsleg-clawing of last night, he wasn't going to do it without asking.

"I'm sure," Bridge smiles a little. "Completing the set and all that."

//Okay,// Zero agreed. OMG no she would not eat Xander's face.

"You did say something about a grand slam," Anders points out ~~suddenly jumping tenses for consistency's sake, woo~~.

"And thus I know I've accomplished at least one definite good in this universe," Xander told her as he opened the bag.

"Oh. Wow."

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