Room 121, Early Friday Evening

[soldtoarmenians]

It's not exactly flowers and candles. Xander can do flowers and candles, and honestly he's the type who would, if Bridge were a girl. But he's not, and there's all this buzzing in Xander's brain when he asks himself if guys do stuff like that for themselves or just for girls in which case no, and if he's the kind of guy who just might be an exception to that, does it make him way too girly in a way that has nothing to do with the fact that he's dating a guy? So yeah, not so much because it makes his head hurt.

There's glitter, though. He really can't escape that, considering he's vacuumed three times and it's still twinkling in the carpet. There's also takeout from Ching Tai on the counter, something tall-ish in the corner with a sheet thrown over it, and music - not Steely Dan, it might confuse the frog - playing. Because he's fairly confident that guys can do music and still be guys.

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[For Bridge; I know y'all are shocked omg.]

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Bridge has a knapsack over one shoulder and is bouncing slightly as he knocks on the door.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander pokes at a flake of blue glitter on the blanket. "That stuff's never coming off, is it. I'll be finding it in my clothes and hair for... the rest of my life, possibly?"