Room 121, Monday Night

[soldtoarmenians]

Several hours after Willow filled the room with cookie-smelly goodness, the room... still smells like cookie-smelly goodness. Funny about that. It's probably the fact that somewhere in the room there is cookie-smelly goodness.

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[For Bridge, yis. Gets...bordering on NWS. Which begins to sound familiar. *starts next evening post at noon*]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Bridge says agreeably.

[soldtoarmenians]

He manages the jacket a lot better one-handed than Bridge does, because he's not the one wearing it.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

It's possible Bridge is now trying for a new land-speed record in clothes removal in getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

[soldtoarmenians]

Luckily Bridge is the mind-reader and not Xander, because you just know if he heard that thought he'd go off on a tangent about whether there actually is an existing land-speed record in clothes removal and if it's cheating to involve velcro.

Though at this stage he'd probably manage to go off on that tangent without remotely slowing down what he's doing with his tongue, so nobody would understand him.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well, there's the record for the fastest underwater straightjacket escape, but that's not quite the same, is it?

"Mmph," is all Bridge says, which translates to "please keep doing that thing with your tongue."

[soldtoarmenians]

Despite his lack of mindreading skills, Xander picks up the meaning on that loud and clear. So he does. Just a little to the right.

[soldtoarmenians]

[AND THEN THEY FADE TO BLACK OK? LIKE YOU DO]