February 6th, 2006

tank girl


ParamourAndrew had known Xander long enough to know that the man had all the emotional maturity of a child. If he wasn't mooning over an object of lust, he was a wreck over whomever he was with; it had all become something of a running joke with his friends.

With the way Xander was behaving over his acquisition of a limited edition action figure, anyone would think he was planning his upcoming nuptials.

Nodding politely in agreement, Andrew wondered if a cult somewhere was missing a minion. Then he remembered Dracula and moved a little further away on the couch.


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