MCA0: Thursday Evening

[needsaparrot]

Xander hadn't forgotten what day it was just because there was a date yesterday too. In fact shopping for today might have something to do with why he was a little late for yesterday.

...And being a Harris might have something to do with why his apartment now smells like a combination of chocolate cake and burny, burny death.

Hooray for good ventilation systems? By which we mean a fan and a lot of open windows.

[OOC: For the gloved one. No, not you, Michael Jackson; get your own burnt cake. Up early for great Have You Met Us We'll Be SPing This Til Tuesday justice. Tumbles off the couch into NWSness.]

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[needsaparrot]

"I might have to at least move my toe." Except the place he moves it to isn't exactly conducive to Bridge reaching the dice anytime soon.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I... am surprisingly okay with that."

[needsaparrot]

"How about this?" *wriggle*

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that Bridge is *more* than okay with that is probably pretty obvious right about now.

[needsaparrot]

"You, uh. Might have to roll for me."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm, can't," Bridge replies, not-all-that-sadly, his hands still underneath Xander's shirt.

[needsaparrot]

"How's your telekiwhatsis practice coming along?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not so much?"

[needsaparrot]

"So you're saying we might have to just... make this up as we go?" Xander wiggles his toe again/ "Without the dice, oh em gee?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge's hands slide down Xander's back and around until they're resting on the fly to his jeans. "I believe the word is... improvise," he says, undoing the top button.

[needsaparrot]

"S'a good word," Xander agrees, shifting towards the Hand of Unbuttoning.

Of course, said shifting probably isn't very wise when seriously, game of Twister. On the couch.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Bridge isn't paying much attention to what's wise and what's isn't either. Which is why the shifting of position sends him tumbling from his precariously balanced position on the couch and on to the floor.

[needsaparrot]

Twister, for those of you unfamiliar with the concept, is a Milton Bradley game. With lots of tangled limbs and colored spots. Which is exactly what Xander is experiencing when he joins Bridge on the floor.

Well, no, Bridge is on the floor and he's on Bridge. Mostly.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi. Nice of you to drop in?" Bridge says, unable to stop the laughter from bubbling up.

[needsaparrot]

"Don't you mean on?" Xander winces and tries to shift so he's not actually squishing Bridge. "You okay?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I've got a Xander on top of me," Bridge grins up at him. "How can that not be okay?"

[needsaparrot]

"You could have a Xander under you. That could be okayer."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge reaches out to give the coffee table a shove. Once that's out of the way, with a bit more twisting and wriggling he finds himself grinning down at Xander instead of up. "You have the best ideas."

[needsaparrot]

"I'd take credit for putting down carpet, too, but the room came that way."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Either way, I'm glad, or I'd be a lot more 'ow, floo- hey!" Bridge blinks. "I guess you were right about going for the floor later. So you can take credit for that one too."

[needsaparrot]

"Yes. Absolutely. Totally planned this. Yup."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hmm," Bridge says. "Such ingenious planning," he leans down to press a trail of kisses leading from Xander's jaw and down his neck until he's interrupted by the presence of a shirt. "Deserves a reward," he finishes.

[needsaparrot]

"Pie?" Xander suggests.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge goes absolutely still. "...If that's what you want."

[needsaparrot]

Xander snerks and nudges Bridge with his knee. "Maybe later?"