Thursday Afternoon [Room 227]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge was sprawled on his bed, notebook open to a page of schematics, and a multitude of assorted parts scattered on the bedspread around him.

The door was propped open with a box containing the parts of a disassembled television set.

[ooc: door is openinated. but not opinionated, like i first typed. it's just a door after all.]

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow smiled back. "Okay, I'll go. Only don't touch anything that's password protected and don't change my settings or drink coffee near it or bend the monitor back so far that it creaks."

Willow said the last bit in a rush, making it all come out in a single breath. She offered an apologetic look. "Sorry. Had to."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry. I wouldn't do any of that!" Bridge says seriously.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"I'd be the same if you were borrowing my books," Willow said. "Or were somebody else. It's not a Xander's boyfriend thing."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No, I get that." Bridge nods. "I... am pretty much the same way, with my stuff. Which is why I wouldn't do anything to anyone else's things that I wouldn't want done to mine."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Appreciated," Willow said. "And if you ever want a computery or magicy favor in return - "

She shrugged, letting the sentence fill in itself. Then she gave a wave as she turned to go.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Later, then!" Bridge replies with a wave of his own.