You know what you should probably take away from an almost-six year old person who, after a very busy day (and a very busy week ) has already had dinner and dessert? A phone that makes Twinkies. For several reasons, all of them obvious. -- [OOC: Making a specific call, but open for anybody who wants weetiny Xander to ring them.]

There's popcorn, there's soda, there's two guys sprawled on the couch on a Thursday evening. Everybody knows what that means, right? Right - it's Call And Torment Parker Night! [OOC: This post is brought to you by the letters B and P, and the number aleph-null. Someday when it grows up it will be a linkdrop.]

Xander is exhausted when he finally makes it back to his apartment, and not the good kind of engagement - announcing , Parker - tormenting , hard work and butt-bow-threatening kind of exhaustion...not so much. Xander's still bone-weary with worry, and probably will be until he makes it inside and sees him face-to--- "Bridge?" [OOC: For he whose name is on Xander's ass. Still not you, Jamie.]

Ray was right. Sitting down wasn't a problem. Leaning back was a problem. Which was why Xander was sprawled out on his stomach on the living room rug, tapping away at his laptop. Dear Willow: You...tricks by you? love, Xander It would be wrong to send it to himself and BCC both of them. But not like special hell wrong, so he hit Send. [Linkdroppy, but open for the BFF if she wants to reply!]

It's late, and it's dark, and Xander ought to be asleep. Even on a globe-hopping island, you can't party all night every night. He's got an office to open tomorrow. Calls to make, since his other... He'd add hopefully to that, but Xander realizes he can't picture a future that doesn't have both of them in it. [OOC: Mostly stablishy, but also for the modded-with-permission B-word-person]

Okay, Xander, not usually a candlelight kind of guy, but then today's not exactly a usual kind of day. When you've been dating somebody for eighty-five years, give or take one, or possibly that's the other...This is a good idea, right? Right. Really. Right. Right. [OOC: For the soon to be bewildered b-word-person. That Bridge showed up is fine for broadcast, what he finds... not so much. Eventually NWS.]

Despite Willow's closing rhyme, Xander had walked home slowly after radio , thinking about... well, a little bit of everything. Fandom weirdness . Upcoming graduations. Sooner-coming anniversaries ...co.uk From: purplefrog@yahoo.com Subject: Do not ask. Never, never ask. Dear Willow: I didn't lick the frog. Do you know a spell to.... ...love, Xander __ [Linkstaaaablishy!]

So after this morning , Xander had a pretty good idea what he'd end up doing with the rest of his day. And definitely wouldn't be doing with his evening. Well, actually, there are any number of things...little more obvious. But hey, there are other Things One Can Do. Or, more accurately, two. Like have a nice nutritious dinner. Spaghettios are nutritious, right? [OOC: For the wee b-word-person.]

This time, Xander didn't get stuck to the couch. He's expecting the boyfriend back, after all, and there's still... well, eight hours or so of Spring Break left. Sort of. So he spent the evening in the...in the New World called a potato and damn does it all smell good" food. The only challenged is, well, not eating it before Bridge gets here. [OOC: For the sparkly-ball-of-light-friend. Oh PR.]

Like last weekend , Xander had spent this one with his boyfriend. Unlike last weekend, said boyfriend was in no condition to do any... practice-exam-taking. As you do on Spring Break weekends...are already patting around on the pillow reaching for something that isn't there. "Mrrf?" __ [OOC: For the furry tail-owner. Up early for great OMG a weekend away from RP - withdrawal! Withdrawal!]