Room 227 [Wednesday Afternoon]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge is, for once, not building something.

Instead he's taking things apart, and slowly and methodically sorting all the bits and pieces into various piles.

In other words, he's just generally keeping himself busy and finding excuses to avoid interacting with people in public.

[door's closed, but open for interaction. maybe.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Aw, that's cool. Don't think tonight would work out too well anyway." Anders shrugs and juggles a couple of bolts, then puts them back in the pile they came from. "Today was one of those for me mostly, and then there was this need for sugar."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sugar is good," Bridge says, taking another cupcake to emphasize his point.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders eyes Bridge dubiously. "Maybe I should go out and get you more, at this rate."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shrugs noncommitally.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Noncommittal, emo-ish Bridge?

Is a scary, scary thing.

"Cupcakes. Stat," says Anders, jumping up and making a beeline for the door.

He totally leaves the other half dozen left in the tray behind, too.