MCA #0: Tuesday Evening

[needsaparrot]

Xander's cooking. Real cooking, not even pasta. Cooking with meat and veggies and something that passes for gravy. It's not really taking his mind off what he learned today, but it's letting him concentrate on something with set steps, instructions he has to follow. It's almost like work in that respect but he's less familiar with the process, and that helps today. Lets him only dwell on it in slow minutes while he's waiting for the potatoes to boil, how easy it is to take it for granted, even now. What he got back, the chance to spend time with with people he cares about, people he thought he'd lost. People - or at least one person - that he really needs to talk to, now.
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[OOC: For Bridge. SP'd for great work-and-cleaning-parents'-house-ness]

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[needsaparrot]

"Not a big fan myself." Xander runs a thumb along the back of Bridge's neck. "Of dying, not Hamlet. Hamlet was pretty cool."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"He was one of the first friends I made here," Bridge says quietly.

[needsaparrot]

If Xander's hazy radio memories are right, Hamlet had probably been along on more of Bridge's trips up to the sixth floor than Xander had. Including that first one that...yeah.

Which makes him realize. "He was...um. The first guy I ever kissed, actually."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Spin the bottle, right?" Bridge asks. Because he would have remembered if it had been one of the attempts to free them from that room on the sixth floor unlike certain players la la la.

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah." Xander nods. Then gives a short laugh. "I hated it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I kissed him too, remember?" Bridge says. "In that room up on the sixth floor."

[needsaparrot]

"You did?" Xander rubs the bridge of his nose for a second, thinking. "You did, yeah. That wasn't the one that stuck in my memory, for some strange reason."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's a reason we instituted the no-kissing-Marty rule," Bridge says, attempting a joke.

[needsaparrot]

"At least I have the memories of our brief moment together..." Xander snorts, then says more seriously, "I didn't hate the other thing because Hamlet was a bad kisser or anything. More like I was."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hamlet was a guy, which if I remember correctly, you did not *want* to be kissing guys, back then. So," he shrugs. "It's understandable."

[needsaparrot]

"He didn't laugh at me, anyway," Xander answers with a small grin. "At least not out loud."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Very understanding of him," Bridge says. "Or maybe it was just the way he seemed to take pretty much everything very seriously."

[needsaparrot]

"He had a pink klepto bunny that held people's stuff hostage for pie, and he helped blow up a volcano at Prom," Xander points out. "Though maybe that was just a sign that he took having fun very seriously too."