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Your friendly neighborhood Xander-shaped friend. (xander_shaped) wrote in wariscoming,

Xander stumbled gracelessly straight through the doorway and slammed his knee somewhat painfully against one of the chairs lined up at the kitchen table. "Okay. Ow." With a wince, he grabbed at his knee and practically fell into the very chair that he had crashed his knee into only a few short seconds before. "That? That was not fun. I did not find that very fun at all and, hey, you're not my ex! This is good!" Xander frowned, then looked down at his knee again. "ANOTHER OW. That really hurt!" The sharp pain in his knee was something that would subside quickly enough. The fear that Anya was going to leap out at him from the nearest corner on the other hand..."It is just us in here, right? The two of us? You and me? No one else? As in...no one?" Xander rubbed at his knee with a wince and glanced over his shoulder anxiously. Nope. Zilch. Just the two of them. He let out a nervous sort of chuckle, then leaned back in his chair looking more than relieved. A little sore from the knee injury, but relieved nonetheless.

"It's not the doorway that's tricky, pal. Between you and me?" Xander swiped a hand across his forehead. "It's women. They're so..." He grimaced. "Womanly. And do you know how much worse that is when they can wish vengeance on a man and actually make all that wishy stuff come true? It's not good. Not good at all." Xander twisted around in his seat at that, then squinted at the man sitting across from him curiously. "I don't really know you, do I? And yet I'm rambling at you. Sorry, it's like vomit of the mouth or something. It never stops." Xander cleared his throat and clasped his hands together along the edge of the table. "Ignore me."