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Andrew and Faith had a wager over the speed and style of Xander's breakdown as a result of his students' practical trials, so Andrew was expecting a gibbering flatmate when he got home and not the beatifically smiling man who greeted him.

"Don't you have a group of girls to retrain?"

"Keelhauling. Jettisoning. Airlocking." Xander grinned a little too widely. "I've been thinking of new training exercises for the girls."

"That's nice, Xan." Andrew backed out the door and grabbed his phone. "Faith. I think they broke him. Can you let Giles know? Oh, and you owe me a fiver."


open_on_sundaychallenge #237: space
Part of the London!verse


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8th Oct, 2007 13:46 (UTC)
Only a fiver? pshaw...
8th Oct, 2007 21:21 (UTC)
Considering Xander's track record, I'm sure that running bets are the norm.
9th Oct, 2007 06:21 (UTC)
I can see how that would soon mount up!
9th Oct, 2007 07:45 (UTC)
Xander's reaction reminded me rather disturbingly of some times in my own life ... which also usually resulted from dealing with females.
9th Oct, 2007 08:09 (UTC)
And that whole pushing them over a cliff thing seems to be frowned upon by authorities too.
9th Oct, 2007 09:20 (UTC)
Don't think I haven't tried ...
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