"Xander's reaction, when he views this." Parker snickered. "Hmm. I wonder if I should call Bridge, and see if he wants to see archival footage of his date?"
"The teeny girl with the red-brown hair, who can hardly talk. She's his best friend from Sunnydale, she's going to school in England now." Parker took a handful of popcorn, and giggled as Xander tried to remember his lines. "They did this about three years ago back there, for a talent show. Heh."
Okay, so two options in response to Parker phonecall: stay in his room and *headdesk* while, presumably, people watch the Thing, or... come down to the second floor and... *headdesk* while, presumably, people watch the Thing, since Xander's fairly sure Parker will maim him with footwear if he tries to pry it out of her non-cold, non-dead hands.
Possible he's thinking of risking shoe-death.
"Is there...a reason anyone on God's green and bounteous earth would want to watch this?" he says from the doorway.
Xander turned to give the camera a wave, then adopted a suitably spazzy expression, just so Parker didn't feel she hadn't got her money's worth when she reviewed the tape. "Er. Is this freaked-out enough? I could possibly make the eyes bulge more."
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The giggling begins nearly immediately.
"Oh. My. God. Who cut his hair?"
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"Amateur dramatics what?" he asks Parker.
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Xander grinned back desperately, wearing a toga and speaking in dead monotone. "Ha ha. They prophesy I shall kill my father."
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Possible he's thinking of risking shoe-death.
"Is there...a reason anyone on God's green and bounteous earth would want to watch this?" he says from the doorway.
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"Madness! Madness and... stabbing pain, and..."
"Mr. Giles was sorry he missed the play, by the way." She grinned. "He says hi."
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Dear God, how had they ever gotten his hair to do that?
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Parker's smile is the same Cheshire smile from last night. Someone might consider this payback for being out of the loop.
Onscreen, Willow fled. Buffy and Xander stared blankly ahead, then moved to cover up the space where she'd stood.
"Masterful. Really. Golden Globe! Woo!"
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