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.]

Comments

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Complicated, huh?" Anders nods. "Well, if talking about it isn't your thing, maybe just some company would help? Maybe? That's what best buds are supposed to be there for, right?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That'd be good," the smile's a little bigger now. "So, um." change of subject, change of subject, change of subject, "I hear Cally's feeling better."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yep!" Anders's face brightens. "Lots better. Couple more days and she should be a hundred percent again. And no," he adds, his eyes bugging out a little bit frantically, "she was not pregnant. Even if I made Rory think so."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes you have to be careful with how you word things around here, yeah." Bridge says, not at all wishing he'd taken his own advice.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't matter how you word things, someone's gonna take 'em wrong anyway around here," notes Anders with a shrug. "'cause like, those notes you get for radio? I gotta wonder if the sources are on drugs sometimes."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Seriously, dude." Bridge says, making a face. "It's like, sometimes they're accurate? And sometimes they're recorded by, like, monkeys with typewriters."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Drugged monkeys with typewriters," Anders agrees, starting in on a second cupcake. "Typewriters where someone mixed up all the letter keys, too."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Drugged dyslexic monkeys with typewriters."

Bridge almost laughs.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Drugged dyslexic monkeys who only speak Greek, trying to use possessed typewriters with mixed-up keys that will get every other word spelled backwards anyway . . ."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Drugged dyslexic Greek monkeys who sometimes let their cats walk all over their possessed, mixed-up-keys typewriters that spell backwards."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Dude. Yes. Tapdancing cats."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It's really the only logical explanation."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Or as logical as anything ever gets here, right?" Anders grins. "So when you gonna drop by and see Cally and, like, tell her you're glad she's still alive or something?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh... good question." Bridge says. "Maybe tomorrow? I'm not exactly in an actually-leave-my-room kinda mood."

[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.