soldtoarmenians: (huh.)
soldtoarmenians ([personal profile] soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-06-07 01:20 am

Room 121, Tuesday, late evening

"It's raining pudding," Xander says, looking out the window a little wistfully. It would probably sound less inane if it weren't the third time he's repeated it.

It's not that he's surprised; it's Fandom. Just... it's raining pudding, and he's inside. Because he already showered once this afternoon, after Scoobying, and it seems like too much of an effort to do it again, even for chocolate. Besides, if he goes out, Bridge will insist on going out too, and that would be a whole other ball of sticky fur.

"Ribbit," Jeremiah adds, in what's probably meant to be a consoling manner.

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[Locked to, er. The ferret. And the frog, I s'pose. Aaand contents NFB, yis.]

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Right," Bridge nods. And now it's his turn to be nervous. "Maybe- maybe we should wait till I can find another pair of gloves?" he suggests.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds good to me," Bridge says with a bit of a smile as he rifles through the bag before finally pulling out a grey SPD t-shirt and wriggling in to it.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, look, pants.

"Yeah... I missed being *able* to talk to you," Bridge says, and then snickers. "The licking you in public was definitely fun. Would've been more fun if I'd been human at the time, though."