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Possibly the turbo-snuggle thing currently going on has something to do with Xander having a few issues with saying goodbye to people. Or possibly he's just being a blanket-hog and Bridge happens to be inextricably tangled in said blanket. Some from column A, some from column B...
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[OOC: For the snuggled-with-permission. Which is still not you, Jamie.]

Date: 2007-05-09 04:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge isn't complaining. Mostly because he's got the same goodbye-related issues.

Date: 2007-05-09 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Peanut butter toast?" Bridge mumbles in reply.

Date: 2007-05-09 05:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Pickles n' pastrami?" Bridge says dubiously.

Date: 2007-05-09 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Peanut butter toast is perfectly reasonable," Bridge says, tilting his head up to look at Xander.

Date: 2007-05-09 05:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"I like pastrami," Bridge says defensively.

Date: 2007-05-09 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"This is why I wanna get better at that telekinesis thing," Bridge mumbles against Xander's shoulder. "'Cause I don't wanna *move*."

Date: 2007-05-09 05:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"You want me to trick out your bed?" Bridge asks with a grin.

Date: 2007-05-09 06:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Ow, yelling." Bridge says. "I'm *right here*. What?"

Date: 2007-05-10 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Hunh?" Bridge says. Apparently he's not *quite* awake just yet, or he would've remembered what Xander was referring to.

Date: 2007-05-10 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Wha- I- Ohhhhh."

Bridge turns bright red, and then simultaneously attempts to pull the covers over his head and bury his face in Xander's chest.

Date: 2007-05-10 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Veeeery fascinating," comes Bridge's muffled voice from under the covers. "Very."

Date: 2007-05-10 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Rumour has it that somebody else might still have their half of what was taken on a shelf in their room somewhere..." Still not coming out from under those covers.

Date: 2007-05-10 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Somebody else might be kinda embarrassed about the whole thing, and how they never gave the money back even though it's been months," Bridge- er, somebody- admits.

Date: 2007-05-10 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Hi, somebody is not an 'insensitive moron', but somebody else might be acting a little childish by hiding under the covers, and what are you doing Sunday?"

Date: 2007-05-10 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Wh-" Bridge starts to ask. "Oh. You mean me," he realises as the pillow connects.

Date: 2007-05-10 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Well," Bridge says. "Considering the date? Technically, yes. But dinner is a *part* of those plans."

Date: 2007-05-10 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge watches Xander run those mental calculations with an amused smile, and then nods. "I considered the other way around, but then realised if we did it that way there's the possibility that we might not actually *get* to the dinner part of the plan."

Date: 2007-05-10 11:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"That's the idea," Bridge grins.

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