Room 121, Thursday, lunchtime

[soldtoarmenians]

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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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah-huh," Bridge says, with a wide grin. "Course, that means I gotta move... sometime."

[soldtoarmenians]

"And probably shower." Xander grins back. "Which I guess means you get to leave soaking wet too."

He narrows his eyes. "But not in your underwear."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You want me to go commando?" Bridge asks, wide-eyed. Yes, he knows what Xander actually meant. But he just had to say it.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinks at him, looks for a second like he's about to crack up, then his eyes narrow again. "Smartass. What would you do if I said yes?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Say 'okay'," Bridge says, starting to get up.

[soldtoarmenians]

"You're kind of awesome." Xander says this conversationally, while folding his hands behind his head and watching Bridge get up. Not that he doesn't plan to share the shower; he's just enjoying the view.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge ducks his head and blushes as he fumbles for the towel, which he then wraps around his waist 'cause... frog.

"You comin'?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, not right away. I may be nineteen, but I'm still only human."

Look, there are some straight-lines that it's actually illegal to let lie there. That's one of them.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Dork," Bridge rolls his eyes, and reaches out to grab Xander's arm and pull him up off the bed. "C'mere."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Okay," Xander says, as he c'theres. "And yes, by the way."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Bridge grins, as they head into the bathroom.