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Park Renovation [6/4, All Day]

Today there were bricks. Bricks and bricks and bricks. There was also a Xander standing next to them, and a dirt-trail already laid out for paving.

"No power tools or heavy machinery, what'm I gonna safety-lecture about?" he asked, scratching his head. Then he snorted. "Oh wait, this is Fandom, and I've met you people. Don't throw them, don't eat them, don't trade them to anybody for magic beans..."

There was more. It went on for a while. At one point he paused to feed a Twinkie to the small blue deer that nudged gently at his knee. That kind of while.

[OOC: is up! Grad project, but open to anybody who wants to help beautify the park.]

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Anders raised an eyebrow. "Dude. What do you have in mind?"

"Little trip back to Alexandria? 'Cause I don't think we're gonna find a tattoo and piercing place over thataway." He pointed towards the misty island nearby. "At least not a licensed one."

And that meant a trip back through the portal at the causeway. Without Bridge, if he wanted this to be a surprise. Granted it wasn't a portal back to Sunnydale without Bridge, but still. Issues. Thus, moral support. Because needles? When somebody's poked out your eye with his thumb, needles kind of lose the big scary.

"Yeah, nothing takes the shine off an anniversary present like raging infection," remarked Anders, who blinked and then broke out into a huge grin. "Wow. That's kind of a serious permanent sort of -- awesome! I am so totally there to be Moral Support Guy. Although Moral Support Guy might take a page out of your book."

"Which book?" Xander raised an eyebrow, not touching the part before that. "The tattoo book? 'Cause you'd look pretty weird with the one I'm thinking of getting."

"Yes, but," Anders said, holding a finger up. "Different page, see."

"You're gonna get a tattoo of a finger? Do I wanna know where?"

"What? No!" sputtered Anders. "I -- no! Dork. I don't know yet!"

"Oh, so you don't know where the finger's going. Much better."

"I -- dude!" Regardless of his knowledge about the hypothetical (he hoped) finger's destination, Anders was very well aware that the heel of his hand was headed straight for his forehead, as one went flying toward the other and hit with an audible smack.
"This is not about me!"

"It must be. I'm not getting the finger."

And that was about the point Anders started to break down laughing, because what else could he do? His quip-fu was so not on par with Xander's quip-fu and he knew better than to try and compete in a big-league game when he had just adjusted to single-A ball and this metaphor was just going to end right now before it got dirty.

"Dork," he said again, once he could breathe. "I'll totally go with, just let me know when."

"Maybe Friday or Saturday?"

Anders spread his hands. "Calendar's totally free those days. Works for me."

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