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soldtoarmenians ([personal profile] soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-06-30 11:31 pm

Room 121, after the Go-Kart Race...doesn't happen

When Xander lets himself into his room after returning from the park, he's sticky, tired, melon-scented, and, quite frankly, rather squelchy. He's got jello in his shoes.

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[For [livejournal.com profile] bridge_carson]

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-01 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Dragons." blink blink. "Made of Jello." Blink.

For someone who comes from a reality where things like purses and traffic lights were routinely transformed into giant monsters, he seems awfully surprised at this.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-01 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"...Why?" Bridge asks. After a moment, he adds, "were there dragons in the first place. I'm sure Professor Tick had his reasons for handling the pudding dragon on his own."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-01 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"*Shooting* at you? Are you okay?" Bridge asks, concerned.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-01 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Still a legitimate cause for concern," Bridge notes, making himself go crosseyed as he attempts to look at the spot on his forehead where the Jello bits splattered.

He then reaches out and grabs Xander's wrist before any *more* Jello can fly his way.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-01 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge's answer is to grin back before moving to lick the Jello off Xander's fingers, one by one.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-01 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Bridge would reply, but his mouth is pretty busy. There's a lot of Jello to be licked off, here, and it's in more places than just the one hand.