Thursday Evening, Room 406, 6-ish

[soldtoarmenians]

There is a closet here. Yeah, yeah, blah blah make your puns while you can. The point is that Xander is standing in front of it. Very very possibly flailing.

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[Open for someone else who lives here. I'd say open for anybody who wanted to stop by and harrass him, but zomg running late, so no.]

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[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel is sitting on her bed working on her speech. She's also trying very hard not to laugh at the flailing because it's obvious Xander is nervous enough.

"You get dressed every morning. This shouldn't be difficult," she said.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander glanced over at her and snorted. "Okay first, I hereby own the fact that that line? Should so be mine. In fact in times past it has been, though granted for personal reasons my dating fashion advice to Buffy might not have been entirely bias-free."

He rifled through the shirts on hangers. "But that was then and this is..." Xander sighed and shook his head. "Pathetic, pretty much. Agreed."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Do you want help?" she asked as she put the laptop aside. "Because I've done this for Max and Michael several times."

[soldtoarmenians]

He raised an eyebrow. "Picked out clothes for--" ...swallow... "--first date ever with another guy? Do tell."