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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[needsaparrot]

"What about like...chocolate milk? You don't have to bite that."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but how'm I supposed to try drinking it?" Bridge asks skeptically. "I don't know if I float. And I do *not* wanna drown in a glass of chocolate milk, thanks very much."

[needsaparrot]

Xander sighs. "I guess the same goes for ice cream."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," again with the slight dimming of the sparkliness. "This better get fixed soon."

[needsaparrot]

"On the other hand," Xander says, a little alarmed at the dimming, "there's plenty of room on my pillow. And you don't end up sticking your tail up my nose this time."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not very cuddly, though," Bridge points out.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, maybe not. But the glowy thing is pretty."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge laughs a little at that. "Funny, I could say the same thing about you, normally."

[needsaparrot]

Xander looks down, blinking. "It glows? Why did I never notice?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge hovers up off the plate and bumps Xander's shoulder. "Dork," he says. "*All* of you glows. I've mentioned this before, I swear."

[needsaparrot]

"Oh, that glowy thing."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah-huh." Bridge bobs up and down in an approximation of a nod.

[needsaparrot]

Xander frowns. "Wait, you said usually. Am I not glowy now?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"My powers don't seem to be exactly working," Bridge says, trying not to sound too worried. "Which, I, mean, I suppose that's a good thing, 'cause otherwise you'd have to like, stick me in a jar or something."

[needsaparrot]

"I'm not sticking you in a jar!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good, cause I have to say, the idea does not sound terribly appealing."

[needsaparrot]

"I mean, I guess it'd save on the electric bill..." Xander fails to hide a grin.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey!"

[needsaparrot]

"But I don't have to put you in a jar to do that," Xander points out.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I see how it is," Bridge says. "You're just using me for my sparkliness."

[needsaparrot]

"You'd rather I drowned you in chocolate milk?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"What? No!" Bridge zips around in a little circle. "No drowning or putting in jars!"

[needsaparrot]

"I wasn't planning on either."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I knew that," Bridge admits. Because really, he *did*. "I just, this whole thing is very... disconcerting. Even more so than being a ferret."

[needsaparrot]

"Sorry," Xander says, feeling guilty for... well, not for not taking it seriously enough, but for not realizing how flummoxed Bridge was. "Sometimes I don't know how to turn off the laugh track."

He reaches for Bridge's shoulder - but of course there's not a shoulder there to reach for.