MCA0: Sunday Night

[needsaparrot]

No matter how busy a day certain people might have had today (or yesterday, for that matter), at some point after the ice cream, there comes the bedtime. No, really.

[OOC: For the B-word people and eventually someone else. Whose name is not Madrox, Fray, Weasley, Cooper, Blank, Cox, Krevlornswath, or Animal. *waits to see who I forgot*]

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[needsaparrot]

Xander scrubs a hand through his own hair, heading for his bedroom, but shooting another glance over his shoulder at the guest room. "She's ours, though, right? She feels like..." She feels like theirs, but he's not the one who sees sparkles. Not when he's not wearing souped-up Ray-Bans, anyway.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yours and mine, yeah," Bridge finishes. "She *is*, she's just..." a yawn escapes him then, and he hadn't exactly been lying earlier when he'd told Bronwyn he was 'very sleepy'. "I think maybe we should have this talk when we're a bit more... clear headed?"

[zomg sorry i fell asleeps i suck. uh, we could do new post but i've gotta work all morning so, uh. i dunno!]

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah." Xander nods, though it isn't going to stop him from worrying. For all the years he was gone, he'd tried so hard to make sure things he'd found out about the future didn't happen -- how do you guarantee that something will? "Let's get some sleep."

She'd still be there in the morning, right? That's the important part; they can figure the rest of it out later.