Room 406, Late afternoon/early evening NFB

[izzyalienqueen]

After stopping by the lobby to meet her secret sibling and then stopping by Peter's to say hello, Isabel returned to her room. Looking at a blank page in her notebook she started writing the letter she'd been putting off for so long.

Dear Alex...

And then she sat and stared at the blank page.

[The door's open. Primarily for soldtoarmenians but open to all.]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She really couldn't help herself, when Xander started to flail she stepped back and started to giggle. "Well Xander, tell me how you really feel about the Mountie."

[soldtoarmenians]

If there was any room at all on his face amid the complete and utter FREAKAGE, there would've been a poisonous glare at her for that. Especially since it seemed to act like a magnet for drawing the answer -- sort of -- out of his lips.

So then why is it that
I kind of wish the hat
Had never left the Mountie's head and stayed there where it sat?
Cause then I wouldn't know that
Even hatless he's still kind of - Damn!


Xander tried to cover his mouth with his hands, eyeballs bugging and head shaking firmly from side to side, but his fingers ripped themselves away like there were strings attached to him.

A man can like a --
Still a damn fine--

FINE! It's NOT the hat.


Xander stood there openmouthed and unmoving after the last phrase tore, rather loudly, out of his throat.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

A supportive roommate would have remained calm.

A caring roommate would have expressed concern and attempted to figure out what was causing this spontaneous floor show.

Isabel was a supportive and caring roommate, but she was also mostly human. She just fell back on her bed and laughed.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander opened his mouth to say... something. Anything; he wasn't sure what.

And then closed it while he could, and shook his head.

Uh-uh. Not happening again. Also, not thinking. Nope, complete lack of thoughtage concerning the last two minutes of his life.

He walked quickly to his closet, yanked the door open, and stick his head in.

[soldtoarmenians]

From the desk, there came the sound of... a small amphibian coughing. If small amphibians could cough.

Into the silence came:

"It's not easy, bein' purple...
Having to spend each day the --"

And then silence again. If anyone had been watching the small amphibian, they might have seen a frustrated look on its face, though. Or constipated, possibly.

//Sonofabitch, nothing rhymes with purple. If the Great Lord Kermit were here, he'd be able to find a rhyme.//

[soldtoarmenians]

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:

NEVER.
SPEAKING.
AGAIN.

and held it up to show his roommate.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel was mostly over her giggles, and did in fact manage to keep them from starting up again when Xander taped his mouth shut.

"Oh Xander, I'm sure it'll be better in the morning."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander, his face a color that might have been better suited to, well, a Mountie uniform, wiped off the board with his sleeve, wrote, then held it up again, not looking directly at her.

//There is no morning. There is only Zul me leaving.//

He cleared and scrawled again, and held the board up over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys from his desk and headed out the door.

//May be back. Someday. Plz feed frog if not.//