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Who: Xander and Dead Boy look alike; AKA Booth.
When: Monday night.
Where: The Video Rental store.
Why: Because Bones has no DVDs!
Status: Open. Incomplete.
Rating: PG, I guess? Not entirely sure how clean their language will stay. ^.^
Booth had figured it would take anyone a while to settle into a new place. Come on, though… four months? Bones had everything she needed to live comfortably. Minus one thing… okay, minus two things… no, minus a lot. Oh, heck, she was just strange. In the modern world, who didn’t own a DVD player and DVDs?
It wasn’t as if she was short on the funds to go out and break a buck to buy a player and maybe a DVD here and there. The television set he imagined was maybe from the old tenants.
With one hand shoved into his jean pocket, Booth idly wandered up and down the horror movie isle, looking for something that would both entertain him, and keep Bones’ occupied without adding her logic and literalness. Plucking Carrie from off the shelve, Booth examined the front cover and then the back. He’d seen the original, but this was the one from a few years ago. “Haha. Pigs blood that’s really Kool-Aid.” He snorted, placing the DVD back into its place.
When: Monday night.
Where: The Video Rental store.
Why: Because Bones has no DVDs!
Status: Open. Incomplete.
Rating: PG, I guess? Not entirely sure how clean their language will stay. ^.^
Booth had figured it would take anyone a while to settle into a new place. Come on, though… four months? Bones had everything she needed to live comfortably. Minus one thing… okay, minus two things… no, minus a lot. Oh, heck, she was just strange. In the modern world, who didn’t own a DVD player and DVDs?
It wasn’t as if she was short on the funds to go out and break a buck to buy a player and maybe a DVD here and there. The television set he imagined was maybe from the old tenants.
With one hand shoved into his jean pocket, Booth idly wandered up and down the horror movie isle, looking for something that would both entertain him, and keep Bones’ occupied without adding her logic and literalness. Plucking Carrie from off the shelve, Booth examined the front cover and then the back. He’d seen the original, but this was the one from a few years ago. “Haha. Pigs blood that’s really Kool-Aid.” He snorted, placing the DVD back into its place.