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After sloshing out for some lunch and checking the outside of (Y)MCA to make sure the rising damp wasn't making its way into the apartments, Xander was sitting in the living room with his laptop, listening to the radio again, since the first run-through had mostly been obliterated from his memory by his momentary freakage at Broots' totally incorrect description of yesterday's TOTALLY NON-MAKING-OUT-FILLED events.

Freakage slightly less now that he noted the ongoing theme of 'squirrels gone wild' in last night's broadcast, but still.
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[OOC: For a phone call. ETA: and a visitor, la]

Date: 2007-03-11 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge closes his eyes and leans against Xander's shoulder with a sigh.

Date: 2007-03-11 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Thanks," Bridge says. "For... for just everything. For being you."

Date: 2007-03-11 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
And Bridge can't help but laugh at that. "Plus, much more difficult to give hugs if you're wearing armour," he points out.

Date: 2007-03-11 07:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Prefer to remain uncrushed, thanks. It's a thing. I'd say due to the fact that I grew up in a city where giant robots were sort of a common occurrence? But I think being crushed is on everyone's list of Things Not To Do."

Date: 2007-03-11 07:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"Like you better uncrushed too," Bridge murmurs.

Date: 2007-03-11 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
"You'd be safe if I was the one driving it," Bridge insists.

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