MCA0, Saturday morning

[needsaparrot]

There is a lump under the covers. It's vaguely Xander-shaped, but that is of course no guarantee that it actually is Xander, all tuckered out from...uh. Working. Yes. The day before yesterday. And the oh so exhausting reading of e-mail.

It might not be him. It could be pillows, or a pile of sleepy gremlins, or, hey, it could be a giant puppet-Xander made out of Xander's clothes with a lot of twinkies for filling and a stuffed frog for a head.

Or it could just be Xander with a stuffed frog on his head.
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[OOC: For Bridge, and up early for great 'timezones and workschedules suck' justice.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You're very sweet," Bridge remarks with a smirk.

[needsaparrot]

"And slightly bacon-flavored, but I won't tell your grandparents if you don't."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It's a deal," Bridge says around a mouthful of waffle.

[needsaparrot]

Eventually, once waffles and toast are consumed, fingers are wiggled and dishes have found their way to the dishwasher, Xander and Bridge find their way to the bathroom, where the dye and supplies are sitting out on the counter.

"Oh hey, gloves." Xander picks them up. They're not exactly the black leather driving gloves Bridge is sporting - more like clear vinyl. "So I don't turn my fingers green."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you did you could always start another job as a gardener..." Bridge points out with a grin, pulling a pair of the vinyl gloves on top of his regular ones. Just in case.

[needsaparrot]

"Yuh-huh. You do know the only reason the only plant I have hasn't died yet is because it's a hologram, right?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"See, that's where the green thumbs come in..." Bridge explains.

[needsaparrot]

"So if I get dye on my hands I'll suddenly be able to keep a fern alive?"