[Milliways: Room 134]

[slayer_fray]

Even if the bachelors living in 134 bothered to lock their door, and even if Mel hadn't procured herself a key, she'd still be letting herself in whenever she felt like it.

Today she's sporting a baby doll T-shirt graced with a picture of the union flag and the phrase "Good girls go to Heaven - bad girls go to London," and has a large basket of

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[xan_shaped]

Xander wakes up with a smile, glancing over at Mike. This morning, he doesn't care about any lists, and he doesn't care if this is all he gets: He is content to be a boy toy.

He wishes he could find his clothes, though.

"Damn, I know I had them ..." he mutters, slipping out of bed. After a quick, quiet search of Mike's room, he concludes that they are not there.

"Hope you don't mind," he whispers to Mike as he pulls a pair of boxer shorts out of a drawer. He puts them on and walks out of the room, shutting the door quietly.

I wonder what's on now ... he thinks, moving towards the TV with a light in his eyes that speaks of media anticipation. Non-evil media, that is.

With a mainly contented sigh, he flops down and grabs for the remote.

[slayer_fray]

Honestly, does that guy try to be loud and clumsy? Worst. Ninja. Ever.

Mel fishes a second apple out of the basket, and without so much as a "hyup!" she tosses it up and over the breakfast counter with deadly accuracy at where Mike is sitting on the couch.

[xan_shaped]

Xander's enjoyment of morning cartoons is greatly dimished as an apple connects with his skull.

"OW!" he exclaims, turning angrily towards the bedroom. But, uh, no. Mike appears to still be asleep.

[slayer_fray]

Snakebait would neither miss anything thrown at him, neither woudl he sound so much like...

...Xander!

Mel shoots up into a standing position, Much to Stampy's annoyance, and the tiny elephant trumpets petulantly at the cutting short of her breakfast.