“General guy’s hooking me up with the air force academy as well.” Xander explained, leaning the sword on his shoulder idly at he talked. “Says I can split my time between the school and there, so I’d get like proper qualifications and stuff the air force can recognise.”
“Why does that matter?” Buffy asked.
“No clue,” Xander shrugged. “Guess it’s just the way they do things there. I mean if I’ve got to run an obstacle course or something, or take planes apart and learn what’s what, I guess it’s better than normal school.”
“But won’t you have to get one of those stupid haircuts as well?” Buffy asked.
“Like to see them try,” Xander laughed at her. “Seriously, they couldn’t even get a needle in my arm to take blood, cutting my hair is going to require like a kryptonite chainsaw or something.”
“Are you going to grow it then, like a pony tail or something?” Willow asked, trying to imagine Xander with long hair.
“Figure I’ll ask the science types there about it,” Xander nodded, it was something he’d actually thought about before. “Figure they’ll have something I can use somewhere, or I’ll just end up looking like a werewolf or something.”