Stress Drabbles
Dec. 12th, 2006 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
garnigalSay that again?
“I’ve got it!” Xander shouted gleefully. He tossed the book into the center of the table where they could all see it, not noticing Giles’s grimace as he did so.
Everyone crowded around, Cordelia leaning over Xander’s shoulder to see better. Xander took advantage of the moment to peek down her top.
“Oh, eww,” Cordelia said. “That’s definitely the thing that chased me last night.”
“Way to go, Xander,” Willow said, gently setting her own book safely aside.
“It’s a Kros-gan? Xros-gain? Cross-gany?” Buffy puzzled out.
“Z’rose gene,” Giles corrected. “You need to put the stress on the second syllable.”
Bad Day
Absolutely everything had gone wrong today. She’d slept in and missed both breakfast and her ride. She’d gotten a D on last week’s essay, and totally forgotten today’s test. She’d spilled grape soda on her khaki’s at lunch. Worst of all, she’d spotted Kyle making out with Tiffany.
She’d almost made it home when she heard the sound of fists on flesh. She peeked around the corner and watched a tiny blonde girl fighting ... something. The blonde took a blow to the face, but kept kicking until the thing stopped moving.
At least her day was better than that.
“I’ve got it!” Xander shouted gleefully. He tossed the book into the center of the table where they could all see it, not noticing Giles’s grimace as he did so.
Everyone crowded around, Cordelia leaning over Xander’s shoulder to see better. Xander took advantage of the moment to peek down her top.
“Oh, eww,” Cordelia said. “That’s definitely the thing that chased me last night.”
“Way to go, Xander,” Willow said, gently setting her own book safely aside.
“It’s a Kros-gan? Xros-gain? Cross-gany?” Buffy puzzled out.
“Z’rose gene,” Giles corrected. “You need to put the stress on the second syllable.”
Bad Day
Absolutely everything had gone wrong today. She’d slept in and missed both breakfast and her ride. She’d gotten a D on last week’s essay, and totally forgotten today’s test. She’d spilled grape soda on her khaki’s at lunch. Worst of all, she’d spotted Kyle making out with Tiffany.
She’d almost made it home when she heard the sound of fists on flesh. She peeked around the corner and watched a tiny blonde girl fighting ... something. The blonde took a blow to the face, but kept kicking until the thing stopped moving.
At least her day was better than that.
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