Day 10. Life. 12 Days of Ficlets.
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viciouswishesDay 10. BtVS. G. Set S5. Xander/Anya and Willow/Tara. Beta: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marsterslady and lornelover.
Life. It was perhaps the most annoying game that Anya could think of. Xander would never let her sell the children for money, and she always ended up needing a second car to place them all in. Think of all that wiping, feeding, patting, and time that she would have to spend with them. Utterly annoying.
“You take some,” she said while passing a few pink and blue figures to Xander.
“An,” he sighed, “this isn’t how you play the game.”
“Frankly, I don’t care,” she pouted and spun the wheel. “Why don’t the lesbians ever get a bunch of children? Sure, they have to adopt, but they should share the burden.”
“I think it depends on where you land,” Tara responded.
Willow gave Xander a dirty look. He could tell that they would later be having a talk on how insensitive Anya was to sexual minorities. She would wrinkle her nose and stare at him, waiting for an acceptable answer. He really needed to find some male friends that weren’t British or undead.
marsterslady and lornelover.Life. It was perhaps the most annoying game that Anya could think of. Xander would never let her sell the children for money, and she always ended up needing a second car to place them all in. Think of all that wiping, feeding, patting, and time that she would have to spend with them. Utterly annoying.
“You take some,” she said while passing a few pink and blue figures to Xander.
“An,” he sighed, “this isn’t how you play the game.”
“Frankly, I don’t care,” she pouted and spun the wheel. “Why don’t the lesbians ever get a bunch of children? Sure, they have to adopt, but they should share the burden.”
“I think it depends on where you land,” Tara responded.
Willow gave Xander a dirty look. He could tell that they would later be having a talk on how insensitive Anya was to sexual minorities. She would wrinkle her nose and stare at him, waiting for an acceptable answer. He really needed to find some male friends that weren’t British or undead.
