Room 227, Monday Morning Earlyish

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Xander notices that there is someone in bed with him before he actually opens his eyes. He also wakes up before whoever's in bed with him does, due to Monday Shop Class force of habit.

Both of these are probably good things, because they give him a chance to flash through approximately 5 billion really embarrassing scenarios, a couple of which involve Evil Black Vodka From Space and most of which feature glitter rather heavily, discarding the majority before actually looking to see which one he was right about. And also it means when he does open his eyes there's nobody staring at him. Yet.

Which is good because that'd be an awfully close-up stare. And kind of bright and blue-ish if he recalls correctly. Little intense for this early in the morning.

Which is absolutely the only reason he waits at least a minute or two before saying quietly, "Hey." And the relief at having a head start on being awake is the only reason he's kind of smiling a little.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Mmmphurgle..." Bridge mumbles sleepily, and then opens his eyes and, "Hey." He says back.

[soldtoarmenians]

"You have a pillowcase around your neck."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You have a bowtie."

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Xander moves one hand - ...his actual free hand -- to finger his collar. "Ah, yeah. That'd be from when we got married."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, that'd explain the ring..." Bridge says, and sure enough, on his pinky finger (over the glove of course) is a silver flower ring.

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"Technically, Isabel's." His level of recall is actually pretty phenomenal, at least for the most recent events of the weekend. Probably has something to do with the lack of Evil Black Vodka From Space.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Does that make her my roomie-in-law?" Bridge wonders.

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Xander snickers. "Should I be worried that not only can I still follow that logic, but I'm inclined to say yes?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nah." Bridge says, with a still-kinda-sleepy grin.

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"Good, 'cause unlike some people I never had that big a brain in the first place, so I need it back to full size plz kthx."

Speaking of people with big brains, another memory filters through from sometime this weekend. "Did Willow really threaten to hit you with shovels?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well. Technically only one shovel."

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"Ah, Well, as long as it was just the one. You had some pluralization issues, see, so I wasn't sure. Two shovels would be overkill."

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Bridge snorts. "I was four. It was a thing."

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Xander grins, and doesn't say that in fact as things go, that particular thing has in fact now surpassed 'waving to a holographic dinosaur' as the cutest Thing ever. "You were very, very, very, very serious, when you were four."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And kind of bossy," Bridge adds. "You were all bouncy and cute, carrying Jeremiah around. Oh man... could you imagine the chaos if he'd escaped?"

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"Oh yeah. Kids running everywhere, tiny emo-tantrums, pushing, whining, yelling..."

Xander snickers again. "So, pretty much radio."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Radio was..." a thought occurs to him. "You said boyfriend. Repeatedly."

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Xander considers this.

It takes him a little longer to consider stuff now that he's not five, so there's silence for at least the length of...say half a frooty-o's commercial.

"Yup. On the air, no less." He shrugs one shoulder slowly. "Guess it must be true; nobody would ever lie on the radio."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Of course not, the radio being serious business and all." There would have been airquotes, except that would have involved things like moving.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, maybe not always," Xander allows. "Probably the stuff about cooties could be taken with a grain of salt."

He shifts a little, but not much. It's a relatively small bed for two non-wee, non-tiny people, after all, and he wouldn't want to knock anybody out. "But I'd say there's a good chance the boyfriend thing's on the money, 'cause otherwise I'd be worried about the whole snuggling in your bed before classes deal. If I were you, anyhow."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, cool." Bridge says with a grin. And he'd totally be happy to stay here like this, but *some* people have class today and so that's not likely to happen, woe.

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Actually, Xander wouldn't be all that unhappy to stay here like this either. But yeah, woe, 'cause,

"Shop final today."

Not that he's moving just yet.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Guess that means you've gotta get up, then," Bridge says, and maybe grumbles just a little bit. Then something occurs to him. "Heeeey. Would you mind if I came and crashed class with you again?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"I bet that would be allowed. As long as you don't distract me from my highly important studies." Xander nods. Which is like moving.... kinda, right?

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'll try my very hardest to be non-distracting." Bridge says, blinking innocently.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander just eyes him suspiciously.

And totally gets up to leave for class.

Real soon now.