izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-01-21 01:06 pm
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Room 406, Saturday Afternoon

Isabel sat on her bed surrounded by papers and books attempting to get her homework done so she can enjoy the rest of the weekend.

She looks busy but the door is open so interruptions are welcome.
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-22 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Xander's eyebrow twitched at the tabasco, but... peanuts. Beer. Uncle Rory. Who the hell was he to judge.

Instead he examined the post-it note, which actually, he realized, had a small button stuck to the back of it. He peeled off the button and blinked at it.

"You... love me so much that you got me boobies?" he asked, holding up the button.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Not me, someone dropped them off. I was so involved in all of this," she gestured at the papers spread around. "That I missed them."

"Wait? Boobies?"
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-22 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Xander held up the post-it in one hand, and the button in the other. "Apparently we have a boobie delivery service on campus. Who knew?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"It wouldn't surprise me on this campus. But where's the chocolate delivery service?" She pouted.
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-22 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Xander pointed to the doughnut bag. "I think there's a chocolate with sprinkles in there. No boobies, though. Jeff, God of Biscuits is apparently behind the times."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"And for that I'm grateful." Isabel reached for the doughnut bag and dug through until she found the chocolate with sprinkles. She doused it with Tabasco and took a bite. "Mmmm..."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-22 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Xander looked at the button again, shrugged, affixed it to his shirt, and reached for a raspberry-filled bismarck.