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[qastah_nuq]

WHO: Andrew and anyone else in the Hideout!
WHERE: The Hideout, d'oh
WHAT: Andrew needs some babysitting attention
RATING: Low
STATUS: Incomplete

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[cutestscooby]

On her way to the library in hopes of finding Rupert, Anya was caught off-guard by what looked like a sandstorm with a small, irritating man at its epicenter.

"Ah-choo!" It was Anya's opinion that her sneeze was cute and delicate, and she dared anyone to challenge it. "AH-CHOO! Andrew, what in the name of Gry'shaak fertility rites are you doing, trying to - choo!- commit suicide by nasal inflammation? You're going to kill someone, and normally I wouldn't have a problem with that, except that it might be me you kill, and I'm rather fond of the whole breathing-in-and-out, being alive thing."

OOC: Bahaha you're awesome as her!!

[qastah_nuq]

With his allergies flaring, Andrew could barely open his watery eyes to see who it was. Luckily, Anya was easy to pick out of a crowd. He slid his way forward, trying to escape the curling dust, and folded his arms as he assumed his 'I didn't do it' stance.

"I was just thinking that someone's got to keep this place in order. I mean I know Dawn cleans a lot but it really needs a better touch, you know? I mean, it's not like I put the dust there myself... Right? And anyways, what's a Gri-shack?"

OOC: Hee! Thanks. I love your Andrew, too.

[cutestscooby]

"Believe me," Anya said, raising an eyebrow and wrinkling her nose. "You don't want to know. Their fertility rites are very intricate and bloody. There's entrails," she added, looking a little dreamy. "I do miss the entrails from time to time."

Anya snatched the duster out of his hands and put her hands on her hips. "Anyway, haven't you ever heard of letting sleeping dust bunnies lie? Bunnies are vicious little things even when they're not made of allergens, and dust that's settled someplace isn't likely to go up your nose and make you go all snotty and sneezy, like you are now."

[qastah_nuq]

Fighting off the sniffles was becoming increasingly difficult. Andrew shifted his weight from hip to hip and though he might appear impatient, he was actually very intrigued. New things always caught his attention. Of course, then Anya explained a bit too much and Andrew spoke a very soft "Ew" before looking over his shoulder at the mess.

But then, his duster was gone. "Hey!" He managed before she launched into one of her more paranoid speeches. He considered her words with a few blinks and then shook his head. "I don't buy it. They've been nesting there for years now, I think anyways, and I really, really don't want to make Buffy mad any more. I can't help that I cough all night! The mold makes my throat itch. Give that back," And he made a feeble swipe at the duster.