Room 406, Tuesday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander sat on the edge of his bed, laptop on his knee. He wasn't typing, or reading really either, though he was scanning up and down a snarky review of the latest Mr. What episode and idly noting where he should be cracking up if he were actually paying attention to it. Which he wasn't. He was mostly just... not taking down posters.

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After Isabel

[willbedone]

Willow knew Xander was on the fourth floor.

Unfortunately, that was about it.

She stood in the middle of the hallway and tentatively called out, "Xander? Um - Xander Harris?"

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander paused in the act of... well, actually taking down a poster. The Dominatrix movie one on the wall above his bed, to be precise. That was a familiar voice -- that so totally shouldn't be here.

He dropped the poster on his bed and stuck his head out into the hall. "Will? Did your portalkey thing spit you back out into tomorrow instead of Hogwarts?"

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone]

"Xander!" Willow ran down the hall and launched herself at him for a hug.

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

"Er.... oof?" Wow, was this familiar. Except, um. "Is your hair longer?" Maybe her portal thing dumped her into Locker 327 for three months and then back out into tomorrow?

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone]

"No, no! Not longer!" Willow said, hastily. She pulled back. "Same length it always was and - hey!"

She thwapped him on the arm. Hard.

"You can't tell a girl that you're gay??"

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander rubbed his arm and gaped at her. "Okay one, OW! Two, doubleyew tee eff? And three, um... Ow. Because I feel that can't be emphasized enough."

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone]

"This is Cordelia's fault, isn't it?" Willow said, shaking her head. "I told you no good would come out of you dating her. I lectured. I wrote poems, Xander! Which, okay, I did not actually give you but do you know how hard it is to create rhyming couplets using the word Cordelia? I had to learn Etruscan!"

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

Okay, right, this was Fandom, but it was also Willow, and he'd just seen her, and possibly the thwack to his arm had shaken his brain up a bit too; it didn't take much. So Xander's dial was still set on WTF where the W stands for What.

So he repeated that, because apparently that needed to be emphasized too. Only he said the words this time, not just the letters.

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone]

"You're not gay?" Willow asked, hopefully. "Not - not that there's anything wrong with being gay and... okay in hindsight this explains a lot about the Barbie incident, but - you can't tell a girl? Ever? Maybe save her a few decades of her life?"

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander... blinked. A lot. More. "Um. We... kinda talked about this?" he understated. "You suddenly have a problem now?"

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone]

"We so did not," Willow said. Then she remembered Angel's reaction at seeing her. "Oh! Not your Willow! At least, I don't think so? Angel said I was different."

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

Ah, seee. There's the brain cell kicking in.

"Ohhhhhhh. Your hair is longer." Xander looked at her quizzically. "World without shrimp? Or Cubs win the Pennant world?"

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone]

"World where I'm a junior?" Willow tried, since that was technically true.

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

And there's the mouth opening. And closing. And the brain... doing something.

"So... " He rubbed his arm again, because really that couldn't hurt. "Buffy just killed the Master?"

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone]

"Right!" Willow said, because that bit of chronological trivia she'd made herself memorize.

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander did the fish mouth again, but this time it wasn't gaping, so much as not being sure he should say what he was about to say.

Apparently his mouth was surer than he was. "Er. Might want to smash up his bones, then."