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Room 227 [Friday Evening]
Sep. 1st, 2006 04:44 pmToday had been... well, to say it had been hard would have been something of an understatement. Saying goodbye to both Xander and Callisto had *hurt*.
So now Bridge is back in his room. Jeremiah and Cam-Mollusc are sitting on the shelf he'd cleared off for them, pressed up against the glass of their respective tanks and just watching each other.
And Bridge? Bridge is curled up on his bed, gloves off and paging through the scrapbook that Xander had made.
Right now, he doesn't feel up to talking to anyone. Too bad he didn't notice that he hadn't actually shut his door all the way.
[ooc: locked to the two who know who they are.]
So now Bridge is back in his room. Jeremiah and Cam-Mollusc are sitting on the shelf he'd cleared off for them, pressed up against the glass of their respective tanks and just watching each other.
And Bridge? Bridge is curled up on his bed, gloves off and paging through the scrapbook that Xander had made.
Right now, he doesn't feel up to talking to anyone. Too bad he didn't notice that he hadn't actually shut his door all the way.
[ooc: locked to the two who know who they are.]
