MCA0: Sunday Night

[needsaparrot]

This time, Xander didn't get stuck to the couch. He's expecting the boyfriend back, after all, and there's still... well, eight hours or so of Spring Break left. Sort of.

So he spent the evening in the kitchen. There's like, real food. Real "this came from a cow, and next to it is this thing they discovered in the New World called a potato and damn does it all smell good" food.

The only challenge is, well, not eating it before Bridge gets here.

[OOC: For the sparkly-ball-of-light-friend. Oh PR.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Okay, so by now Bridge has figured out that he can go *through* walls if he needs too, which is why he's now floating his sparkly self through the door to Xander's apartment. He would've knocked, except for the lack of anything to knock *with*, and besides, normally he has a key with him, so it's not like this is really *that* different, right?

Moments after he's through the door, his duffel hits the floor with a *thump*. Bridge... remains sparkly and hovering in the air.

"Huh," he comments absently, looking down at his luggage.

[needsaparrot]

Xander, in the kitchen, heard the thump, and comes out grinning. "Hey, you! I mi--"

He stops, staring at the hovery ball of light. Blink. Blink.

"...Willow?"

Hey, his canon is weird too he is not without historical precedent for wondering.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No?" Bridge would be giving Xander a confused look. If he had, you know, eyes. Or a face.

[needsaparrot]

Okay, for one thing, Willow's sparkly will-o-the-willow lights can't talk. (Let's leave aside the question of why he tried talking to it, shall we? Mmkay.) For another, if they could, they probably wouldn't answer with Bridge's voice.

"Bridge?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Um, hi?" Bridge says, sparkling in what one could consider a sheepish manner.

[needsaparrot]

"Hi. Did you know you're a sparkly ball of light?"

It's a legitimate question.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge says. "Did you know my luggage isn't?"

[needsaparrot]

Xander looks down and identifies the source of the Thud.

"...How'd you manage that?" Because that's the important question, yes.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure," Bridge admits. "I just kind of um, floated through the door and then there it was. You don't mind that I did that, do you? Came in, I mean. I mean, I have a key and totally could have let myself in on my own if I had, you know, limbs but I kind of don't and I couldn't knock or anything again because of the lack of limbs so I guess I sort of technically broke in except for where there was no actual breaking."

[needsaparrot]

"Why are you a sparkly ball of light?" Xander asks, because he eventually gets there, even if he's sometimes a little slow.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge is gonna take that as a "No, I don't mind."

"Don't know," he admits. "Stepped through the wormhole on one hand, floated through on the other. So... it could be Fandom being Fandom, or it could be the fact that we didn't take a shuttle, this time. Sky and Z are like this too."

[needsaparrot]

Xander slooooowly takes that in and digests it. Unlike, well. Dinner. "At least you didn't turn purple?" He's looking for an up-side, dammit.

From the living room comes an aggrieved, "RIBBIT!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I think Jeremiah objects to the implication that that's a bad thing," Bridge observes, trying to joke back. Now that it's been a while, his initial optimism is starting to fade just a bit. There's a bit of literal fading too, as the sparkling dims somewhat along with his mood.

[needsaparrot]

"It's not a bad thing in a frog," Xander says defensively in Jeremiah's direction. "And... okay, I'd still find you hot if you were purple." This being back to Bridge, in case anyone's confused.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, now I'd rather be human-shaped and purple than green and sparkly," Bridge admits.

[needsaparrot]

"We'll get you human-shaped again," Xander promises. Even though he has absolutely no idea how.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hope so," Bridge says quietly, floating a bit closer. "Um. So..." if he had feet he'd be scuffing his toe on the carpet right now. "Would you mind having a talking nightlight stick around tonight?"

[needsaparrot]

"I didn't mind when you were a four year old; why would I mind when you're a glo-ball?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't small and glowy when I was four, though," Bridge points out. "Just small."

[needsaparrot]

"Just means more chocolate milk for me." Xander frowns. "Unless - can you drink? Or eat?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so," Bridge says mournfully. Mournfully because, well, "It smells good though."

[needsaparrot]

Xander's stomach decides to voice its agreement. Loudly. "I can make it for you again when you're people-shaped," Xander says.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I love you really a lot," Bridge says fondly.

[needsaparrot]

"It probably doesn't even taste that good," Xander says, kindly. Then, "...Hey, how do you know it smells good? You don't have a nose!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't have a mouth either but that doesn't seem to be stopping me," Bridge points out. "And, you know, I can see and hear stuff despite lack of eyes or ears so that would seem to suggest that though my physical body has changed, my senses remain intact." Well, minus his powers. Which was... a little disconcerting. But then again, he didn't have them when he was a ferret, either.