Room 121, Thursday, lunchtime

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Xander, sitting at his desk and staring intelligently into space, occasionally tapping a finger against Jeremiah's tank, is trying to decide something very important.

Food?

Nap?

Food?

Nap?

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[For the b-word-person. Sidling towards NWS]

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Dripping wet and wearing nothing but underwear and gloves, Bridge knocks on Xander's door.

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Answering the door is a bit delayed by the requisite moment of eepitude as Xander jumps, his feet slide off the desk, and Jeremiah glares at him.

He does get there eventually, though.

And blinks.

And blinks.

And blinks.

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"Hi!" Bridge says brightly.

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"..."

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"This is the part where you say 'hi' back," Bridge supplies helpfully. "And... let me in the room maybe?"

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"Hi, back. And front. And, uh. Pretty much everything." Xander's still "..."-ing, but he steps out of the way and lets Bridge through the door. Then shuts it very quickly behind him.

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"Oh. Yeah. We had to go swimming in class today and then Cal wouldn't give us our clothes back so... here I am." Bridge grins.

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Xander's not sure if he should yell at Callisto or thank her. Possibly both. "And suddenly I'm thinking lunch can wait."

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"And I can't actually *tell* what you're thinking, at this moment, but if you're thinking what I'm thinking which is what I think you're thinking... yay."

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"I'm thinking the frog might be in need of some alone-time."

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Bridge nods.

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Xander returns from the bathroom sans frog and plus towel.

"You, ah. Look like you might be a little cold." Not that he doesn't have other warm-up ideas too.

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"I had to walk aaaaaaaaaall the way back here from the beach." Bridge explains.

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Xander snickers looks apprpriately sympathetic as he wraps the towel around Bridge and nudges him in the direction of the bed. "And you managed to stay wet for a fifteen minute walk? I'm impressed."

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"Well, it was raining a little," Bridge says, following the direction of the nudging and heading for the bed.

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"Ahhhh. Clearly somebody up there wanted you to show up at my door nekkid and wet. It'd be wrong to disappoint them."

Xander sets about making the nekkid part literal instead of an exaggeration.

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"My sentiments exactly," Bridge says, now that there's literal nekkidness. On his part, anyway.

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Xander peels off his t-shirt. For fairness and equality and stuff.

He pauses, jeans half unzipped, to ask, "Hey, don't you have workshop soon?"

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"Whatshop?" Bridge asks intelligently.

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Xander blinks at him, then snickers without strikethrough even and gets on with the jeans getting-off. Which is usually a prelude to the other kind. Unless you're in Wilderness Survival, apparently.

"Workshop," he says as he pins Bridge to the bed. "Class. Activity. Thingy."

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"This is an activity..." Bridge points out.

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"Ye-e.....essss," Xander says, and then there's a pause where he tries to remember what he was gonna say. "But not a group activity."

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"Nooo," Bridge says. "That's not really my kinda thing."

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Xander scrapes together enough presence of mind ...somehow... to sound casual when he says, "Yeah. I mean, four people max, for this kind of thing."