2nd floor common room, evening

It's probably an act of desperation that Cameron is sitting in the common watching the Super Bowl. It is kinda nice with the surround system, but it's still football which really doesn't compare to basketball. Still, he's got popcorn and chips and he's feeling kinda fuzzy.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel saw Xander and grinned. "Hey Roomie! Still not talking?"
soldtoarmenians: (message - tapeless)

[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-06 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, great. Xander groaned, if only in his head. And might not have turned red this time, but... at least a shader pinker. Just who he hadn't been hoping to see ever again yet.

Oh well - might as well suck it up. Or some phrase whose possible mental images bothered him less. He did have to live with her, after all, and it wasn't like yesterday was her fault.

He scrawled on his whiteboard and held it up.

//Just
not
singing.
//





[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"But you sang so well," Isabel teased. "I was hoping for an encore performance. With dancing this time." She grinned, only because Xander really was adorable when he turned that shade of pink.
soldtoarmenians: (yuh-huh)

[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-06 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Dancing would've been fine," he said for his first non-musical words to his roomie in almost a day. "The singing is welcome to never, ever happen again. No encore. In fact, the singing is welcome to have never happened at all."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel tried to look serious. "It never happened, except it did. But it was really a very lovely song that was all about what a great frog Jeramiah is. I um, happened to mention to Molly that you sang. And told her that's what you sang about."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-06 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I think pretty much everybody figured out I sang about something," Xander said, holding up the whiteboard. "And you may have just earned back that Best Roomie Ever title. Possibly."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll bring you baked goods. And coffee!" She might have pouted, just a bit. "But no doughnuts. I'm still scarred from Art Studio."
soldtoarmenians: (huh.)

[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-06 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, me--" Xander stopped and shook his head. "Actually not so much. My threshhold of brainbreaky has been raised to new and dizzying heights this weekend."