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NumbAndrew dismissed the class and waited until the last Slayer had left the room before waddling over to the wall. He'd have preferred to collapse on the floor, but his sumo-like padding would have just resulted in an embarrassing turtle impression.

He'd agreed to take over the training classes, while Xander sorted out the mess at their apartment, which was only tangentially Andrew's fault.

Sighing as he heard the approach of the next class, Andrew levered himself upright and wondered whether sensation would soon return to his body or if he'd be spending the rest of the week mercifully numb.


open_on_sundaychallenge #128: feeling(s)
Part of the London!verse


6th Sep, 2005 08:29 (UTC)
I'd love to know who he thinks he's sharing the blame with. *smirks* I don't seem to recall anyone else pissing the demons off.
6th Sep, 2005 09:50 (UTC)
Andrew did screw up with the coffee, but Dawn sent the Retujulls around and they got the wrong collection. Apparently, paper is more fun to shred than little plastic men. Who'd have thought?
6th Sep, 2005 18:30 (UTC)
Admittedly, paper is much easier to ruin.