Room 121, Tuesday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

"Okay, so, it smells like burntness?" Xander says as he opens the door to go in after Scoobying. "But that is not in fact the thing I did. Well, it's a thing I did, but it would be the thing I did before I did the thing I did. We could call it the Test Thing.

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[locked, at least for the moment, zomg]

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[soldtoarmenians]

"Possibly. It's not entirely untrue, after all." Xander snickers. He could've denied it a little more fervently, but he might be a little distracted by the frosting.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge somehow manages to get a bit of frosting on his nose.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander grins. "You've got some chocolate issues there." He leans over to help with same.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Bridge says. "How about that."

[soldtoarmenians]

"One of the hazards of winning with cupcakes, apparently," Xander explains. "You risk having to rescue somebody from wayward frosting."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"A risk you're willing to take, I see."

[soldtoarmenians]

"I'm brave and self-sacrificial that way." Xander nods.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Such bravery deserves a reward," Bridge says seriously, giving Xander a quick kiss.

[soldtoarmenians]

[And then they faded to black. As you do. Shut up.]