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]

"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.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"S'okay. If you did then... you wouldn't be you," Bridge says, floating over to where Xander's hand is.

[needsaparrot]

Xander holds out his hand, palm-up, weird as it is. Then again, weird as it is, it's... not that weird. Not that much weirder than walking around with a ferret on his shoulder. Or waking up with a Bridge who's suddenly four or thirty-seven.

"You're still you, too. No matter what shape you're in."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Bridge says, settling his sparkly little self down on Xander's palm. "Just... thanks. For everything."

[needsaparrot]

Xander grins at the little ball of green light, lifting his hand closer to his face. "Hmm. You won't burn my lips off, will you?"

[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."