See I was on the verge of breaking down. Sometimes silence can seem so loud
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There's no reason for him to do so, but he got kicked out of his last apartment and he didn't have a place to sleep. Tower's free room and board, it makes sense. He can be a practical guy.
The black eye and the blood pouring down his lip says otherwise, but hey, this time it wasn't his fault.
He blinks when he spots Xander trying to sneak back into the Tower.
Naked.
He blinks some more.
"Piss off your girlfriend?"
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This?
This is a bad being naked which he does not appreciate at all. He's standing behind a plant when Rafe addresses him. Of course, it's a dude that finds him in the lobby instead of a hot chick that might decide that this... naked body fo his was too much too resist (Ha).
"No," Xander says, wishing vaguely that he had a girlfriend. "There's a monster outside. It likes clothes. I was violated... and not in the way of the good."
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Not one he can really be an asshole with.
Well, he could, but he's not as much of an asshole as he'd like to think he is, which is why he's slipping out of his jacket and offering it to Xander.
Blood stains the sleeve a little, but beggars can't be choosers.
"You sure it was the clothes it was liking?" he comments, lifting a brow.
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"Thanks," he says, and he's going to try to figure out the best position for this jacket to prevent anyone from seeing too much of anything.
Yeah, Rafe. Xander doesn't think you're an asshole at all, that was quick.
There are two brows lifted in response to that comment. He clears his throat, a nervous sound though he isn't really nervous, more uncomfortable at the thought. "Knowing me and knowing how much the monster-types liked me in my own universe... there's really no way to tell. For my own peace of mind, I'm going with clothes. The monster likes the clothes, and any sexual assault done was purely for the benefit of the clothes."
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Definitely not wanting it back.
He shrugs at the Thanks.
"So you're a Wanderer." Rafe is a supernatural, and he can't tell a Wanderer from anyone else apart. Then again, the Tower mostly has Wanderers and angels.
"Why not just kill the thing before it took your clothes?"
Not everyone kills monsters, Rafe.
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He is still standing behind the potted plant, in case there's slippage of the jacket. Xander is not going to take chances. If he wanted a guy to see him naked, he'd be in high school gym class again. No thanks.
Xander stares at him at that question.
"Gee, I don't know. I thought if it wanted me naked so bad, I might as well let it, cause I'm all for experiencing other cultures," he says. Avast sarcasm! It is upon you, Rafe. "What was I going to kill him with? My bare hands? I have a stake in my pocket... had but believe it or not, it's only really good to dust vampires with. The wooden, pokey side would just make the monster mad... and then maybe he'd want my skin along with my clothes."
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So he's just going to stare right back.
Wildly unimpressed, hands itching a little as they furl into a fist.
"Hey, if you can't hack it, that's cool. Not everyone's capable of finishing off a big and bad. Guess now you know better than to just carry around a stake. Vampires are the least of your trouble here."
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He shakes his head.
"When I landed here, I had a fire axe in my hand, and people weren't too excited about that. There could have been a fire for all they knew. What would they think about me holding a sword?"
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"Why do you care what people think?"
He's seen plenty of people armed when they go out. Of course, they're either angels or demons or that's their job. Whatever, Rafe's looking to be contrary and riling Xander up is kind of fun.
Their bonding moment will be interrupted by the Kashtta's door flinging open, and a sopping wet Phoebe coming through.
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It seems she is always wearing a nice, relatively expensive shirt when something like this happens. Then the shirt is ruined, and Phoebe mourns for them gravely.
Stands of wet hair cling to her cheeks, and she shoves them away furiously. "I effing hate mermaids."
She's stalking past Rafe and Xander when she notices that her orgasm buddy is only half-dressed. She takes a few steps back, tilting her head.
It's nothing she hasn't already seen, but she is curious how he ended up naked in the lobby.
"...Cutie, is there something you'd like to tell me?"
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He does not appreciate being riled, Rafe. He does not appreciate that at all.
Xander jumps at the sound of the door opening, and he twists around, nearly dropping the coat from his waist to the floor.
"Uh... Words," he says. "Having... words would be of the good. Monster ate my... clothing. What happened to you, Pheebs? You're looking... damp."
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It's his thing.
Luckily, Phoebe is having none of it. "I'll take it from here," she tells Rafe, wrinkling her nose at him. No one gets to just be mean to Xander, okay?
"I fought with a mermaid," she explains, placing her hand over his elbow while she tugs him toward the staircase. She's a little bruised and she's damp. "She kicked my ass. Literally."
If anyone looks at them weird while they walk, Phoebe's just going to declare, "Hi! We just had The Sex. Fabulous sex. I tore his clothes off and he needs new ones. Move along now."
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Only in Chicago would that be a statement that Xander believes without question. I fought with a mermaid. He shakes his head.
"Where did you find a mermaid?" He looks her over, noting a bruise here or there. "Ouch. She... sure did, but I'm sure you gave her a run for her money... or for her shells. I don't know what that would be in mermaid land. Was she hot?"
Hey, they're orgasm-buddies. They have frank discussions about boobs, and mermaids are some people's sexual fantasy.
Oh, Phoebe. Xander loves you so much, and any time she says that after they've gotten far enough away, he'll wrap his arm around her back, pull her close, and mutter a Thanks for helping keep up my manly rep against her hair.
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"The mermaid was not hot. You'd think she would be, like Ariel with her pretty red hair and her epic boobs and the really tiny waist. This one was just evil, Xander. She howled like a hyena and kept flapping around like an odd fish."
Phoebe cranes her neck, trying to look at her butt. She is so going to have a purple bruise there.
Daw, Xander. Phoebe loves you, too! She'll wrap her own arm around his waist to pull him closer. "That's what I'm here for! Well, that and a ton of other fun stuff."
She pokes him lightly in the chest. "So what really happened?"
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"Not so much life, cutie. Just life in Chicago. A ship fell through the Rift down at Navy Pier today, too. It doesn't surprise me an evil mermaid managed to slip in there somehow."
Alas, Elizabeth's Josef managed to get that beast to sit down and she's now hopefully in a tank or something. Phoebe won't give it too much thought. She did not like the mermaid. There is a dent in her pride now after her ass was so thoroughly handed back to her.
"The enjoyment is mutual! It is very mutual."
Oh, orgasm buddies. They're the best.
"Meh. Stupid monsters. Next time, if I'm there, I'm kicking its ass! Jack's been teaching me a thing or two so I totally can now." A beat here, a pause there. "Flucking mermaids notwithstanding."
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