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

[soldtoarmenians]

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 bridge_carson]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander flicks jello off his fingers at Bridge. "The breathing kind of shooting. Dork." It's a pretty affectionate word, dork, in the right mouth.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"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.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander grins. "Were you planning on doing something with that?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge's answer is to grin back before moving to lick the Jello off Xander's fingers, one by one.

[soldtoarmenians]

"That's... efficient," Xander tells him appreciatively.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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.

[soldtoarmenians]

The word 'shower' is lurking somewhere in the back of Xander's head, and it'll probably make its way to his mouth eventually, but really he's in no hurry.