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Four things that didn't happen on Monday:

Xander was not King of Twinkies in Shop.
Xander was not...especially attentive in Creature Languages.
Xander was not going to mention the porn in Magical Theory.
Xander was not going to join Isabel in her psychosis, thank you.

One that did:

Empty inbox. Since Sunday. *twitch*

Saturday morning, ( Xander's inbox: )

Sigh. Well, at least he had the excuse that one of those was sent while he was in class yesterday, being really , really busy. Making Angel's unlife miserable glitter flags.

( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Sent: 20 April 1998 2:45 p.m.
Subject: re: HA! You're so not up yet. I win.

*taps foot*

Detail.

~Willow
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( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )

[Dear Xander:] --- Huh? Oh wait, that's not from Willow. Oh...boy, is that ever not from Willow. Right, not flailing. So...totally not flailing.

So totally... not sending this e-mail. At all. Really. ( Yo, Larry )

Well, maybe a little.

( Dear Harris: )
( Larry: )
( Dear Harris: )

*headdesk*

( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Chock Full O' Details

( Pick one. Heck, pick two. Mix n' match. )

~Xander
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To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: re: Chock Full O' Details

....you suck. No fair telling before I poke!

~Willow
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To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: re: Chock Full O' Details

*wins, muahaha*

~Xander

Or, Xander Harris and the Inbox of Doooom

Viagra spam yawn.

Invitation from Jake to go buy a couch...um. Okay. possibly. Despite... almost complete lack of money. But hey, birthdays coming up liek whoa.

( E-mail from Willow, oh crap. )

....*headdesk*

( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
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*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

[Open for roomination! Or other visitation, as long as it's before the afternoon when Misadventure Yay is occurring.]

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*

If you guessed that Xander was hiding out alone in 406 with season 3 of Bitterwoman going on the laptop, and the text-message feature of his e-mail open in another tab, and occasionally wondering if the last part was just OMG way too girly of him?

You would not be wrong.

You'd be gifted with Phenomenal Cosmic Powers, or you'd be Jeremiah...or possibly both... but you wouldn't be wrong.


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{Door's not open, but he'll answer it if anybody feels like stopping by. He'll just... be hiding that e-mail tab. :) }