MCA #0, Saturday Morning
Xander wakes up scrunched on his side on the couch. Not comfy at all.
He looks around sleepily, rubbing his eyes, then smiles and crawls over to curl up by the other person on the couch. Much better.
Bridge
Bridge shifts slightly. "Five more minutes, Anders..." he mumbles, still mostly asleep.
Which is why it doesn't really register that the body next to him couldn't *possibly* be Anders. Since not only is Anders, you know, a little taller, but he's also got a bed of his own. A bed that's not the couch in Xander's apartment.
Xander
There's a tired giggle. "M'not Anders!"
Bridge
Okay, Bridge recognises that giggle. And that voice.
The last time he heard them, *he'd* been just as small, though. And he definitely did not feel four years old.
"Xander?" he says, opening his eyes.
Xander
There's a less tired giggle and Xander yawns and then scrambles up to peer down into Bridge's face. "HI!"
Bridge
"Hi yourself!" Bridge says, and he can't help but grin. Even though he suddenly knows just how Anders and Molly must have felt last year when they discovered that most of their classmates had turned tiny.
Xander
"It's SATURDAY!" Xander ...yells. Because he's almost six and that's what you do.
Bridge
"Whoa, if I wasn't awake before, I am now," Bridge says, sitting up. "So, Saturday, huh? You wanna help me make breakfast? Or watch cartoons or something while I do that?"
Xander
"I know how to make breakfasts!" Not that Xander actually gets off Bridge's lap. "You put cereal inna bowl an then milk!"
Bridge
"Okay," Bridge says reasonably, grinning down at Xander. "You make breakfast and *I'll* help?"
Xander
"Okay!" Not that Xander moves. "You can do toast. You do toast good."
Bridge
"Buttery?" Bridge asks, with a fingerwiggle that turns in to a tickle.
Xander
"Eeeeheeheheheheheheheheh nofair ehehehehehee!"
Bridge
Bridge doesn't say anything in response to that. He just scoops Xander up, because almost-six is still small enough to be carried, and heads for the kitchen.
Xander
"There's a m'chine that makes stuffs over there." Xander points. "But toasts is better from a toaster."
Bridge
"Yup," Bridge agrees. "I've got one of those too, but there's something about toast made the proper way that makes it special." Rifling through cupboards with one arm while holding on to Xander with the other, he finds all the necessary components for properly buttery toasts and pops the bread in the toaster before heading over to the food replicator.
Xander
"I like cereal with marsmellos," Xander says cheerfully.
Bridge
Bridge manages not to giggle at "marsmellos". But it's really, really hard. "You're making breakfast, so you push the buttons, okay? And don't forget juice. Breakfast needs to be balanced, after all," he says seriously.
Xander
"What if it was choclit juice?" Xander asks, pushing the button for two bowls of Count Chocu...guy. Amazingly, he doesn't ask for them with chocolate milk. Only because he didn't think of it.
Bridge
And there's a part of Bridge that wants to insist that no, it should be apple juice or orange juice or something. But there's another part that just wants to let tiny Xander have whatever he wants for breakfast.
"Well, okay," he says, because he is a pushover.
Xander
Xander pushes buttons randomly because he has no idea how to make it make chocolate juice. It just sounded like a good idea.
Two glasses of cranberry juice come out.
He frowns.
Bridge
"Huh," Bridge blinks, and frowns at the juice too. He actually doesn't mind cranberry juice, but he *does* mind frowny Xander. "That wasn't what you were going for, was it?"
Xander
"Noooo." Xander sniffs the cranberry juice. "That might be okay though?"
Bridge
"*I* like cranberry juice," Bridge offers. "Gotta put you down now though, can't carry you *and* breakfast. I don't have enough arms."
Xander
Xander frowns, but slides down and takes the two glasses, holding them veeerrrrrry carefully. "If you got bited by a radioaddictive octopus, you could have enough arms."
Bridge
"But then all my shirts wouldn't fit," Bridge says, as he picks up the tray with the bowls of cereal and the freshly-toasted buttery toast.
Xander
Xander leads the way back into the living room which is not the same as the den because wow WTF giant apartment still carrying the glasses - which are plastic - veeerrry carefully.
"You could buy new shirts. With lotsa armsholeses."
Bridge
"Well, I guess you've thought of everything, then," Bridge says thoughtfully. "Know any radioactive octopuses?"
Xander
"...No." Xander sets the drinks on the coffee table then scrambles up on the couch. "I know Cammollusk."
Bridge
"He lives in my room," Bridge says, setting the tray by the drinks then sitting down next to Xander. "He doesn't bite though. And I'm pretty sure he's not radioactive."
Xander
"Can we go visit him? I didn't see him inna long time." Clearly Xander doesn't mean now what with the making himself comfy on the couch and holding his hands out for a plate.
Bridge
"We can do whatever you want," Bridge says sincerely, handing Xander one of the bowls of chocolatey cereal.
Xander
"Thank you," Xander says, then completely destroys that display of manners by filling his mouth with cereal and then asking, "Can wih wafh teeh lih supfuguh?"
Bridge
It takes Bridge a moment to translate this, but he manages. "Absolutely." He grabs the remote and flicks the TV on, flipping through channels to find Teeny Little Superguy.
Not that he's ever actually seen it, so he has no idea what he's looking for.
Xander
"There!" Xander, his mouth not full anymore, points to the tv when a scene appears with a little man in a yellow shirt walking around somebody's kitchen table. By way of the side of a glass.
Bridge
Bridge obligingly stops at the requested channel. "Here?"
Xander
"Yep!" Xander bounces in his seat, jostling the milk in his bowl a little.
Bridge
Bridge winces at the milk sloshing over the edge of the bowl. "Careful there, buddy."
Somewhere, internally, he's weirded out by the fact that he's calling Xander "buddy".
But mostly he's too busy awwww'ing at the cuteness to really care.
Xander
"Oops." Xander wipes up the little bit of milk that spilled on the couch. With his shirt, as you do. Then he scoots over and settles the bowl on his lap, and leans his head against Bridge's arm while he watches tv.
Yeah, good luck with using that one for eating, Bridge.
[OOC: Preplayed with bridge_carson because woe to working Saturday mornings. Closed, but OOC tomfoolery is fine!]
He looks around sleepily, rubbing his eyes, then smiles and crawls over to curl up by the other person on the couch. Much better.
Bridge
Bridge shifts slightly. "Five more minutes, Anders..." he mumbles, still mostly asleep.
Which is why it doesn't really register that the body next to him couldn't *possibly* be Anders. Since not only is Anders, you know, a little taller, but he's also got a bed of his own. A bed that's not the couch in Xander's apartment.
Xander
There's a tired giggle. "M'not Anders!"
Bridge
Okay, Bridge recognises that giggle. And that voice.
The last time he heard them, *he'd* been just as small, though. And he definitely did not feel four years old.
"Xander?" he says, opening his eyes.
Xander
There's a less tired giggle and Xander yawns and then scrambles up to peer down into Bridge's face. "HI!"
Bridge
"Hi yourself!" Bridge says, and he can't help but grin. Even though he suddenly knows just how Anders and Molly must have felt last year when they discovered that most of their classmates had turned tiny.
Xander
"It's SATURDAY!" Xander ...yells. Because he's almost six and that's what you do.
Bridge
"Whoa, if I wasn't awake before, I am now," Bridge says, sitting up. "So, Saturday, huh? You wanna help me make breakfast? Or watch cartoons or something while I do that?"
Xander
"I know how to make breakfasts!" Not that Xander actually gets off Bridge's lap. "You put cereal inna bowl an then milk!"
Bridge
"Okay," Bridge says reasonably, grinning down at Xander. "You make breakfast and *I'll* help?"
Xander
"Okay!" Not that Xander moves. "You can do toast. You do toast good."
Bridge
"Buttery?" Bridge asks, with a fingerwiggle that turns in to a tickle.
Xander
"Eeeeheeheheheheheheheheh nofair ehehehehehee!"
Bridge
Bridge doesn't say anything in response to that. He just scoops Xander up, because almost-six is still small enough to be carried, and heads for the kitchen.
Xander
"There's a m'chine that makes stuffs over there." Xander points. "But toasts is better from a toaster."
Bridge
"Yup," Bridge agrees. "I've got one of those too, but there's something about toast made the proper way that makes it special." Rifling through cupboards with one arm while holding on to Xander with the other, he finds all the necessary components for properly buttery toasts and pops the bread in the toaster before heading over to the food replicator.
Xander
"I like cereal with marsmellos," Xander says cheerfully.
Bridge
Bridge manages not to giggle at "marsmellos". But it's really, really hard. "You're making breakfast, so you push the buttons, okay? And don't forget juice. Breakfast needs to be balanced, after all," he says seriously.
Xander
"What if it was choclit juice?" Xander asks, pushing the button for two bowls of Count Chocu...guy. Amazingly, he doesn't ask for them with chocolate milk. Only because he didn't think of it.
Bridge
And there's a part of Bridge that wants to insist that no, it should be apple juice or orange juice or something. But there's another part that just wants to let tiny Xander have whatever he wants for breakfast.
"Well, okay," he says, because he is a pushover.
Xander
Xander pushes buttons randomly because he has no idea how to make it make chocolate juice. It just sounded like a good idea.
Two glasses of cranberry juice come out.
He frowns.
Bridge
"Huh," Bridge blinks, and frowns at the juice too. He actually doesn't mind cranberry juice, but he *does* mind frowny Xander. "That wasn't what you were going for, was it?"
Xander
"Noooo." Xander sniffs the cranberry juice. "That might be okay though?"
Bridge
"*I* like cranberry juice," Bridge offers. "Gotta put you down now though, can't carry you *and* breakfast. I don't have enough arms."
Xander
Xander frowns, but slides down and takes the two glasses, holding them veeerrrrrry carefully. "If you got bited by a radioaddictive octopus, you could have enough arms."
Bridge
"But then all my shirts wouldn't fit," Bridge says, as he picks up the tray with the bowls of cereal and the freshly-toasted buttery toast.
Xander
Xander leads the way back into the living room which is not the same as the den because wow WTF giant apartment still carrying the glasses - which are plastic - veeerrry carefully.
"You could buy new shirts. With lotsa armsholeses."
Bridge
"Well, I guess you've thought of everything, then," Bridge says thoughtfully. "Know any radioactive octopuses?"
Xander
"...No." Xander sets the drinks on the coffee table then scrambles up on the couch. "I know Cammollusk."
Bridge
"He lives in my room," Bridge says, setting the tray by the drinks then sitting down next to Xander. "He doesn't bite though. And I'm pretty sure he's not radioactive."
Xander
"Can we go visit him? I didn't see him inna long time." Clearly Xander doesn't mean now what with the making himself comfy on the couch and holding his hands out for a plate.
Bridge
"We can do whatever you want," Bridge says sincerely, handing Xander one of the bowls of chocolatey cereal.
Xander
"Thank you," Xander says, then completely destroys that display of manners by filling his mouth with cereal and then asking, "Can wih wafh teeh lih supfuguh?"
Bridge
It takes Bridge a moment to translate this, but he manages. "Absolutely." He grabs the remote and flicks the TV on, flipping through channels to find Teeny Little Superguy.
Not that he's ever actually seen it, so he has no idea what he's looking for.
Xander
"There!" Xander, his mouth not full anymore, points to the tv when a scene appears with a little man in a yellow shirt walking around somebody's kitchen table. By way of the side of a glass.
Bridge
Bridge obligingly stops at the requested channel. "Here?"
Xander
"Yep!" Xander bounces in his seat, jostling the milk in his bowl a little.
Bridge
Bridge winces at the milk sloshing over the edge of the bowl. "Careful there, buddy."
Somewhere, internally, he's weirded out by the fact that he's calling Xander "buddy".
But mostly he's too busy awwww'ing at the cuteness to really care.
Xander
"Oops." Xander wipes up the little bit of milk that spilled on the couch. With his shirt, as you do. Then he scoots over and settles the bowl on his lap, and leans his head against Bridge's arm while he watches tv.
Yeah, good luck with using that one for eating, Bridge.
[OOC: Preplayed with bridge_carson because woe to working Saturday mornings. Closed, but OOC tomfoolery is fine!]