Xander emerged from the closet with a whiteboard in one hand, and a roll of duct tape in the other. He didn't appear to have heard anything out of the ordinary, but then again, there were plenty of words still ringing in his ears, so he might be just a little, well, distracted.
He ripped a large piece of duct tape off the roll, and secured it firmly over his mouth.
On the whiteboard he scrawled with a dry-erase market from his desk:
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Date: 2006-02-05 04:37 am (UTC)He ripped a large piece of duct tape off the roll, and secured it firmly over his mouth.
On the whiteboard he scrawled with a dry-erase market from his desk:
NEVER.
SPEAKING.
AGAIN.
and held it up to show his roommate.