MCA0, Wednesday Morning

[needsaparrot]

Ooh look, a dining room table. With food on it.

Since he's himself again, Xander's figuring it's probably his turn to make breakfast - or in this case brunch, since he's waiting for Bridge's class to let out before feeding him. Which he's all for, because brunch is very firmly daylight, and right now? Daylight is of the good.

Somebody to eat said food would be good too.
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[OOC: for the b-word-person. Bitey-fangy-pointy conversation topics NFB, please.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge was absolutely not in the least bit late, really. Okay, *maybe* he'd taken a little longer to get ready after Tactics class than he thought he'd need. Maybe.

But he's here now, apparently having forgotten that he owns a key, as he's simultaneously knocking on the door and attempting to straighten his uniform jacket.

[needsaparrot]

Because Xander cares. Seriously.

He answers the door with a spatula in hand, having just transferred the last of the waffles to the plate on the table. "Hey."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Sure, logically, Bridge knows that Xander doesn't really care if his jacket isn't tucked in properly. But logic and Bridge sometimes don't exactly mesh.

"Hey!" he says cheerfully, stepping inside.

[needsaparrot]

"Oh good, you're not a vampire." Sometimes Xander lacks subtlety. Then again, sometimes he's just being direct. Ish.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge frowns. "What's that supposed t-" he breaks off, and looks at Xander carefully. "That's a concern again?"

[needsaparrot]

Xander shuts the door behind him before answering. "Mel and Dawn killed one in the graveyard. Shiny-fresh just off the runway for Fall condition."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I... but, I thought there aren't any vampires on the island, anymore. Not since, uh, Angel left," no, there wasn't the slightest bit of hesitation there.

[needsaparrot]

"Far as I know, unless there were vamps while I was gone. Nobody's gone corpsified that didn't start that way, til now." Yeah, that's Xander missing the hesitation completely, or rather, taking it for worry.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And when you say shiny-fresh, do you mean it was wandering around, or it, uh, you know?" he does a fingerwiggle that for once has nothing to do with butteryness. No, this fingerwiggle is apparently supposed to symbolise someone rising from the grave.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, I wasn't there, but I'm guessing it looked kinda like that, but hungrier."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's just great," Bridge says with a sigh. "It didn't happen to say something like 'Bob killed me!' or even just 'Bob killed-' or 'Bob' or 'B' or whatever before it went poof- did it go poof? Was it a poof-going vampire or another kind?"

[needsaparrot]

"The poofy kind - Dawn would've said if it wasn't." Xander shakes his head. "But Mel killed it before they got any details on where it came from or who planted it there."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Oops." Bridge says. "And I guess it's sort of hard to interrogate a pile of dust..." except *he* probably could, sort of. If said pile of dust hadn't already been well-scattered by the wind, which was pretty likely at this point.

[needsaparrot]

"Where there's one, there'll be more." Not that Xander's exactly enthused about that idea. "We're gonna step up patrolling and they'll know better next time."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods. "If you need any help... well. You know where to find me, right?"

[needsaparrot]

"In front of my waffles?" Xander suggests, pointing to the dining room.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"At the moment? Yes," Bridge says. His stomach takes that moment to voice its agreement with that statement. Loudly. "Uh," he looks sheepish.

[needsaparrot]

"Five kinds of syrup," Xander reminds him.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge laughs. "Seriously. Best boyfriend ever."

[needsaparrot]

"There's always room for improvement - I could order some boysenberry."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, there's an idea..." Bridge might be methodically filling up equal sections of waffle-squares with each kind of syrup.

[needsaparrot]

"But it probably wouldn't get here before--" Xander stops and then sort of *headwalls*. "Or I could try to get it out of the synthesizer."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You could," Bridge agrees with a grin. "But I'd still order some. The real thing is always better."

[needsaparrot]

"True. I'm not sure the synthesizer would put the right amount of boysen in."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Might end up with all sen and no boy." Bridge points out solemnly.

[needsaparrot]

"That would be bad. I like-- you know sometimes the punchline is too easy."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, I will have you know that *I* am not easy," Bridge says primly. Which is true enough, unless Xander happens to be the one doing the propositioning, of course.

[needsaparrot]

"Uh huh. So if I said hey, I know other places syrup can go besides waffles, your answer would be..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...that I like getting sticky with you?" Bridge replies, trying to look innocent.

[needsaparrot]

"That sounds pretty easy to me."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"With *you*," Bridge repeats, emphasizing that last word. "I'm not planning on getting sticky with, say, Z or Anders or anyone."

[needsaparrot]

"Good to know," Xander answers, amused, then pours syrup onto his waffle, square by square.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't think 'easy' applies if it's just with one person," Bridge argues.

[needsaparrot]

And then there are the punchlines it's illegal not to take. "Hard applies if it's just one person," Xander argues.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You're not wrong," Bridge admits.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, I'm good with 'easy for me.'" Xander grins. "Easy is different. Hasn't been easy for a long time."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I get that," Bridge nods. "Not that it was a long time for me. But it was... a time. I like this time better. Also, um. Since we're on the subject of us... do you want to go to the dance with me on Friday?"

[needsaparrot]

"The Homecoming Dance?" Xander considers yanking his chain for a second, but... easy should go both ways, yeah? "Seriously, that was a question?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, I thought... actually I don't know what I thought, except that I should ask, instead of just assume."

[needsaparrot]

"If the question has to do with me wanting to be with you, you can always assume the answer's yes."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So noted." Bridge beams at Xander.

[needsaparrot]

Xander grins back. "Be nice to get to talk to people aga-- oh, speaking of. The speaking. Of. We should probably not, when it comes to the fangy issue? For now, at least. We don't need the whole island on a hunting spree, especially the people who don't know what they're doing."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods. "I understand."