Bridge & Xander's Quarters [Newtech City, 2023]

[bridge_carson]

So, the Carson household (to use the term loosely, since it's definitely not a house and not really even an apartment to be honest) is now officially one with dual-income, no kids. Well, unless the new-and-improved, now-in-more-locations-than-ever-before Fandom weirdness struck again the way it did a couple of days ago.

Part of Bridge is actually kind of disappointed it skipped him. Not that he's gonna admit that.

"I miss having space," he comments randomly. Of course, his dorm room hadn't been bigger than their present quarters... but then, he'd practically moved out of the dorms in all but name only long before he'd actually left Fandom.

[ooc: also open for phone calls/teammates/what have you]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but monkeys are kind of known for being fun-loving and cheerful and stuff. From what you've told me about this guy he wasn't, so much. I don't think the monkeys could overlook that, ears or not."

[needsaparrot]

"They might throw bananas at him," Xander agrees.

Or other things that monkeys throw.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It's probably better for everyone if they just avoid each other, then," Bridge says, his mind also going down that particular train of thought.

[needsaparrot]

"If I ever see him again which I'm hoping no, I'll point that out!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, considering your other former high school is kind of nonexistant in both your universe and mine, at least the chances of that happening are pretty slim?" Bridge offers.

[needsaparrot]

Xander wipes a hand across his forehead. "Whew. Dodged another one."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Which just earns another pillow lobbed in his direction.

[needsaparrot]

"...But not that one. Oof."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just smirks. "Knew those extra sessions in the target range would pay off somehow."

[needsaparrot]

"They teach you pillow-throwing at the target range?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No?" Bridge blinks. "Just, you know. General target acquisition stuff."

[needsaparrot]

"Damn, I'm disappointed. I was kinda hoping there was a giant robot out there who only throws pillows."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ours has a lasso?" Bridge offers.

[needsaparrot]

"....Kinky?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ew, God, no," Bridge makes a face. "Just, no. I mean, I'm not opposed to, you know, rope in general as I'm sure you know. Just not with evil monsters because hi, *so* not into that." Or, okay, into anything or anyone that wasn't Xander, but details.

[needsaparrot]

"And here I was just picturing the robots sneaking out for moonlight rendezvous with the Zords when nobody's looking."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not into that either!" Bridge yelps. "...I think you've broken my brain," he says mournfully.

[needsaparrot]

"Woohoo, score!" Xander tosses the pillow up and bats it across the room like he's playing beach volleyball.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That is not a good thing!" Bridge moans, sinking down onto the couch and blocking the flying pillow by putting another one over his face.

[needsaparrot]

"Why not? Broken ones are the best kind."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not if you plan on getting any anytime soon," Bridge says, peeking out from under the pillow to glare at Xander.

[needsaparrot]

"...Any brains?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Deep breath. "Yes, that's totally exactly what I meant."

[needsaparrot]

"I'm sensing a faint hint of... could that be sarcasm?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Maaaaaybe."