MCA #0: Monday night

[needsaparrot]

Apparently the weekend -- exits and entrances, expected parties and unexpected reappearances, applause and explosions, and... brunch, as you do -- had finally caught up with Xander, because he was nursing one of those hide-behind-the-eyepatch headaches. He'd already taken something for it, but that was just keeping the dull throb from creeping out into the rest of his head.
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[OOC: for someone with a festive umbrella. No, not you, Jamie.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nuh-uh," Bridge gives Xander a look. "That's just why I picked it over th'blue one."

[needsaparrot]

"Well, of course. What do I expect from somebody who spreads black space evil through the galaxy." Xander laughs hard enough to make him drop his head to his hands. "Ow."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." Bridge murmurs, peering worriedly at Xander.

[needsaparrot]

"I'm fine." Xander rubs at his forehead then tugs on Bridge's shoulder, pulling him over toward Xander. "C'mere."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ow isn't fine," Bridge says, but he... c'theres.

[needsaparrot]

Xander steals the umbrella from Bridge's hair and spins it between his fingers, draping the other arm around Bridge's shoulder. "It'll wear off after I get some sleep. Usually does."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Usually?" Bridge echoes, leaning against Xander's shoulder.

[needsaparrot]

"Sometimes if the weather's weird, rain or low pressure or something, they last a couple days." Xander sets the umbrella aside and runs his fingers through the hair above Bridge's ear. "Don't think this is one of those."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good," Bridge says. "About the not-lasting, not the fact that they sometimes do." Yeah, Xander probably knows what Bridge meant. He still feels the need to clarify, though. "I like that," he adds. "With your hand and my hair and it... s'just nice."

[needsaparrot]

"C'mere more," Xander says, grinning tiredly, and pulls Bridge over to lean back against Xander's chest, one hand still stroking his hair. And possibly messing it up a little because that's kind of hard to resist.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Y'r messin' up m'hair," Bridge mumbles. He... really doesn't mind, though.

[needsaparrot]

"You can fix it inna morning," Xander says, followed by a yawn. "Less you're goin' someplace right now..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well. Bed," Bridge says, as if it should be obvious. "With you."

[needsaparrot]

"Then I promise nobody in my bed's gonna mind if you have messy hair."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good then," Bridge says. "Let's go."

[needsaparrot]

"If Notzilla says a word, he's totally in trouble," Xander tells him, nudging him up off the couch.