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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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.

"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..."

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

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

"I guess if I'm making out with somebody else for my boyfriend's amusement it's not exactly cheating," Xander says ~~having given in on the tense issue oh so long ago~~.

"And we don't want Bridge to go all pouty on us," Anders agrees. "Plus you're pretty easy on the eyes, Harris, so why not?"

"Because hitting the ABC-DC grand slam might unlock some secret cosmic rift and dest--OKAY STOP GIVING ME THAT LOOK." Xander sticks his tongue out at Bridge, then takes a deep breath and plants one on Anders. ...without the tongue.

And Anders is trying really really hard not to take the phrase "grand slam" and go, y'know, there with it because OMGWTFBFF'sBF and there's kissing and hi, this is weird, but not so bad. Sort of awkwardly, he puts a hand on Xander's shoulder, but he can't help feeling like Bridge should have popcorn or something.

"Okay, okay, enough you two..." Bridge says, though he's still grinning. "Cut it out now."

Xander pulls away the second he hears 'cut it out' and glances at Bridge just to make sure he is still grinning. Then he blinks a couple of times and grins slightly himself.

Anders, likewise, is grinning in a very abashed way. "Here comes the pitch," he says, "and Harris takes a cut at it and that ball is waaaaaaaaay out there, out near the track, out by the wall -- gone! Grand slam for Xander Harris!"

And Xander cracks the hell up, because how can you not?

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