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

Xander laughed. "She's probably sworn on plenty of creative ways to make me suffer." That laughed died away slightly and a wince quickly replaced it. "She used to be a vengeance demon. I mean, she is a vengeance demon again now -" Xander shook his head. "She can't exactly make any of all that vengeance she's capable of happen directly to me is the thing. But she is very creative. And if she really felt like she had to screw around with me, she'd find a way." Maybe she was working on it now. Or maybe Anya had decided to just let him be. He wanted to think that her life as a human had changed her viewpoint on a lot of things, but Xander honestly couldn't say at this point. It wasn't like he and Anya sat around and talked about morality. Not anymore, anyway. They used to discuss things like that all the time. What was considered appropriate, the right way to talk to people, when to keep your mouth shut...

"There's a demon behind just about everything, in my experience," Xander explained. "I'm not sure how it all works here, but where I'm from? We've even got dancing demons, pal." Yeah, that one had been a big mistake. Singing and dancing and happy ending his ass. Xander dragged an empty mug out for himself and saluted Connor with it. "Hey, you never know. Some people get crazy about their caffeine." He reached for the pot, then flashed Connor a serious sort of look. "My Uncle on my Dad's side almost put a man's eye out over a cup of coffee before." Xander whistled lowly. "Wasn't pretty."

Not a true story. Not entirely, at least. His Uncle had been drunk at the time so it probably hadn't been over the coffee. Then again, his Uncle (and a good handful of his family in itself) was always drunk, so God only knew what the fuss had been about to begin with.