Room 121, Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander's really packing, this time, not just trying not to and failing. He doesn't want to, but the more he gets squared away now, the more time he'll have left to be with people, instead of doing this. And it's... going. Not well, but it's going. The only problem is he doesn't have enough suitcases, and they aren't nearly big enough, or maybe just

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[bridge_carson]

"Hey," Bridge appears in the doorway with coffee and muffins. "M'back. With sustenance."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yay caffeine and carbs," Xander says, smiling as he drops some more photos into a box.

[bridge_carson]

Bridge comes over and hands Xander one of the coffee cups. He tilts his head at one of the pictures. "That's what I looked like as a ferret?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Slightly bigger and three dimensional, but otherwise, yeah." Xander kicks at the corner of his biggest suitcase. "Not that much bigger, though. You could totally fit in my luggage if you were still a ferret."

[bridge_carson]

"Too bad Uncute Xander went back to Briarwood," Bridge says. "We could've asked him to zap me again."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander eyes his trunk, dragged out from under the bed and open on the floor. "I still say you could fit in there even regular-sized if you bend your knees."

[bridge_carson]

"I could try?" Bridge offers, only half-joking.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I'd have to tell Willow, though. You try to sneak through and you're liable to turn purple with green polka-dots."

[bridge_carson]

"Which is fixable with the application of massive amounts of that concealer-stuff makeup," Bridge points out.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Or just by telling people you have a rare skin condition. It's Sunnydale; they'd much rather believe that anyway."

[bridge_carson]

"See, I could totally make it work!" Bridge says, though he knows it wouldn't, really.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah." Xander sits on the edge of the bed.

"You could visit, though," he says more seriously.

[bridge_carson]

"I'd like that," Bridge says quietly. And it's not a lie. He *would*. He just knows he can't.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I could take you to see the sights of Sunnydale that you can see when you're not hiding in alleys so you don't make the universe explode." Xander snorts. "Okay, the sight-and-a-half, since we don't have a Starbucks anymore."

[bridge_carson]

"What's the half?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"The bottom half of the Starbucks."