MCA0, Sunday Evening

[needsaparrot]

Okay, Xander, not usually a candlelight kind of guy, but then today's not exactly a usual kind of day. When you've been dating somebody for eighty-five years, give or take one, or possibly that's the other way around, your anniversary ought to be a little out of the ordinary, right?

Right, a little. Right. So Xander's taken the time to set up various things picked up on the mainland yesterday, as well as one retrieved from the Post Office, express mail from Brazil. The apartment's flickering with soft gold light, and Xander's waiting more than a little nervously for Bridge to let himself in.

This is a good idea, right? Right. Really. Right. Right.

[OOC: For the soon to be bewildered b-word-person. That Bridge showed up is fine for broadcast, what he finds... not so much. Eventually NWS.]

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[needsaparrot]

Xander can manage sounds, but they're mostly ccckkkcccnnnnnuuuuhhhaaaaaaa, at first. And then the breathing. And then, finally, "Damn. Damn."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good damn?" Oh, like he doesn't *know*.

[needsaparrot]

"Two-syllable damn. Day-um."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge says, still kind of breathless. "Yeah." Apparently it bears repeating.

[needsaparrot]

He doesn't say Can I be a girl every day? because a) no, and b) he's met his life, and somebody would be listening if he said it out loud even as a joke, and c) no.

He does say, "So...this thing is supposed to last all night.."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Wanna see if *we* can?" Bridge says. And almost immediately turns a shade of 'I can't believe I just *said* that' red.

[needsaparrot]

"Maybe with occasional Kung Pao chicken breaks?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'd be up for thaaa- please help me stop talking now."

[needsaparrot]

"Okay." Since Xander's got his breath back now -- mostly -- he rolls off his back into Bridge's arms, and does that.