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]

"I don't *think* I'm giving off heat..." Bridge says.

[needsaparrot]

"I guess I'll have to risk it," Xander says, oh so seriously, and tries to plant a kiss on the sparkleballbridge.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge stays very, very still. And can't help but glow a little brighter at the kissage.

[needsaparrot]

"Still got lips!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good!" Bridge says firmly. "Cause I'm kind of fond of your lips, you know."

"...Also that tickled, a little," he adds, after a moment.

[needsaparrot]

"I...have no idea what part of you I was kissing. Maybe it was the back of your knee!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hmm," Bridge says. "Clearly, the only way to solve this mystery is a series of extensive tests, once I'm me-shaped again."

[needsaparrot]

"Well, if it's for science."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid it'll be very time-consuming, but I'm willing to make the sacrifice if you are."