If...
"If you wouldn't eat so many fruit roll ups in bed at night, you wouldn't have to shower them off in the morning."
Willow finished off her greeting by pointing one hand at Xander's shoulder, just visible above the sheets he had owned since he was eight. No -- nine. A red, something-like-fruit mass streaked across the skin there, showing all signs of having been slept on.
Of course, looking at the fruit roll up meant more over procesed food, and less under processed friend in her day. His hair was doing that all over the place thing it did so well, he was all flushed with waking up, and soon he would be talking to her in that sleepy voice. Willow sighed. This had all been so much easier when they were twelve. Still not perfect, but bearable.
Thirteen was starting out to be such a trial.
"I think it's strawberry," she offered. Offering up safe words out loud in a preemptive fashion could sometimes prevent embarrassing outbursts. Not always, but Willow was hopeful.
She settled onto the floor near a lone sock, owner of two holes, big toe and heel. She studied it, waiting for Xander to really wake up, and wondered where its mate was.
Willow finished off her greeting by pointing one hand at Xander's shoulder, just visible above the sheets he had owned since he was eight. No -- nine. A red, something-like-fruit mass streaked across the skin there, showing all signs of having been slept on.
Of course, looking at the fruit roll up meant more over procesed food, and less under processed friend in her day. His hair was doing that all over the place thing it did so well, he was all flushed with waking up, and soon he would be talking to her in that sleepy voice. Willow sighed. This had all been so much easier when they were twelve. Still not perfect, but bearable.
Thirteen was starting out to be such a trial.
"I think it's strawberry," she offered. Offering up safe words out loud in a preemptive fashion could sometimes prevent embarrassing outbursts. Not always, but Willow was hopeful.
She settled onto the floor near a lone sock, owner of two holes, big toe and heel. She studied it, waiting for Xander to really wake up, and wondered where its mate was.