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Not that Xander really needed another shower just to make sure all the slime was out of his hair? But... it was better than spending all day worrying about whether all the slime was out of his hair. Which come to think of it might have distracted him from worrying about other things all day, but it was too late now; you can't unshower.

You can send a text message while you wait for your hair to dry, though. And then an e-mail while you wait for your brain to return from whatever dimension it's currently taking a vacation in.

And then you can do other things besides sitting in front of your laptop waiting for a reply. Like...um. Play Tetris.

And not be at all vaguely disappointed when the New Mail popup turns out to be from ( Willow: )

To which you can reply with wide eyes, wet hair, and disappointment completely replaced by spazz-hands, if you're Xander: ( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

*headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk*

( Dear Willow: )

( Dear Xander: )

*headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *headdesk* - *don't reply* - *headdesk*

*peek cautiously at inbox when this arrives moments later* ( Dear Xander: )

*sigh* *facedesk*

*head off to Creature Languages*

Hey, it was quiet up there, at least outside Xander's head, and he wasn't in the mood to sleep. Twinkies might eat him.

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Catching up on my So Called alleged life

( Dear Willow )

After Creature Languages, where today's classroom guest had given Xander more than a little pause in his thoughts about helping out a certain friend back home, he found himself just generally thinking too much. Which is always dangerous, but especially for Xanders.

When he got back to his room in the evening, he opened the window to let in some fresh air, and sat down on his bed with his laptop. After reading and responding to an e-mail from Rory, he grabbed his headphones to listen to the podcast of last night's radio show, and started composing ( an e-mail of his own )

At which point, Jaye said something about Rita Skeeter, Michael Bolton started singing in Xander's ear, and he ripped the headphones off in horror.

Only to hear more singing in his ear. Well, if his ear were hanging out the window, since the voice was outside.

"Baby, baby, I'd get down on my knees for youooOOooOOooo..."

Xander blinked, sat up, and did stick his ear out the window. Along with the rest of his head.

And looked down for quite a while.

Eventually he typed again, though

~~~

Whoa, he can sing. So much better than an unexpected Bolton attack. Also? Really nice hat.

Love,
Xander

~~~

was a little lacking in sequitur-ness, and probably likely to make Willow ask him if he'd been licking the frog again. Not that he'd ever licked the frog before.
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