soldtoarmenians

{Locked to Blair, but ok to overhear}

Xander licked his lips as he finished his...sixth? No, seventh, Twinkie of the morning. And possibly found himself humming, "Just call me Twinkie of the morning, baby....." as he bounced around his room, collecting Twinkie wrappers from his Jeremiah-shaped (but not as interestingly colored) trash can, his desk drawer, his bedside table, the floor behind the mini-fridge¹, and even the one he'd been using as a bookmark in From Outer Space by Jose Chung. (Which was interesting reading, but bitch, plz. Aliens? In New Mexico? Everybody knew those gray things were really Skreelath demons.)

He divided them into two large piles, dumping one of those into an empty Twinkie box, and the other into a plastic shopping bag from the Emporium.

Then he bounced a little more.

It might've been eight Twinkies. Or nine. He'd needed to look like he'd really been collecting wrappers, after all, and he'd grabbed a bunch from Professor Ted's classroom.

Then he made a call to Blair, and waited.

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¹{Which the player did not just extract from her ass; it's what was in the box Xander was carrying in this post; he just never got around to unpacking it before the scene ended.}