MCA #0 [Thursday Evening]

[bridge_carson]

After closing up the library for the day, Bridge heads over to Xander's on a mission. A mission to cook a dinner that would not involve any replicating of food. Well, okay, maybe a little replicating. If there was no other option. Because it's the 13th and that's usually anniversary-day but this month it's also Rosh Hashannah, but that kind of works out nicely since there's no one else in Fandom Bridge would rather spend tonight with anyway.

[ooc: for he who owns this apartment, yes.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ewwww," Bridge makes a face at that. "No, the conceptual chicken is just for eating."

[needsaparrot]

"...Other people don't have conversations about conceptual chicken, do they."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Bridge admits. "But I don't want to be here with other people. I want to be here with *you*."

[needsaparrot]

"Good, because I'm not sharing my chicken."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not even with me?" Bridge ignores his own fully-loaded plate in order to attempt to snag a bite of Xander's.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't really count. You're mine, so it's not so much sharing, just re-distributing." Like many things he says, it exits his mouth without really checking in with his brain for permission.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So I'm kept *and* I'm yours, huh?" Bridge asks with a grin. "I like the sound of that."

[needsaparrot]

Xander kind of does too, though the combination of words makes him glance down at his plate and flush slightly. "Not like in the 'needs a collar' sense, though."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh," now Bridge's expression pretty much matches Xander's. "Yeah, no."

[needsaparrot]

"Maybe a little nametag that says 'If found, please return to Xander Harris?' "

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Only if you've got a matching one with *my* name on it," Bridge replies.

[needsaparrot]

"....Where would I be wearing this? Hypothetically?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hypothetically?" Bridge echoes. "Maybe, I don't know, on a chain or a cord or something?" he reaches out to trace a line from Xander's neck and down his chest, stopping right by his heart. "Here?"

[needsaparrot]

Xander catches Bridge's gloved fingers in his own. "Yeah? I could see that."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Bridge asks, grinning at Xander.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, nothing with a thousand watts of cubic zirconium." Sparkly... would be bad. Bad taste aside, it would remind him too much of other things. "I have bling issues."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, no. I would not get you something that could conceivably be used to signal planes," Bridge rolls his eyes.

[needsaparrot]

Xander cracks up. "Maybe you could implant a GPS thingy in it instead."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge laughs at that. "That's an idea. Though I'm already a walking GPS locator," he points out.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, true. But could you actually find me from orbit?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Probably?" Bridge says. "I think. Maybe. I've never actually tried from that far before..."

[needsaparrot]

"Next time you go into space without me, you should test it," Xander teases.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather take you with me, though, if I could," Bridge informs him.

[needsaparrot]

"I know. But I really wouldn't fit in your luggage."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Unless you were shrunk by like a spell or a shrink-ray or something," which... actually happened with alarming frequency in his reality.