Room 227 and then MCA0 [Veryvery Early Saturday Morning]
Bridge scrambles out of bed, hitting the floor with a slight *thump* in his enthusiasm to be up! and awake! and doing stuff! He wanders over to Anders' bed and pokes tentatively at the sleeping form, which gets no response other than an incoherent mumble.
Not too terribly pleased about the fact that his friend doesn't want to get up and play, Bridge flops down to the floor in a huff. Which lasts all of two seconds before he's jumping up again because he just got the best idea ever, he can go visit Xander! He gets dressed all by himself, thanks, and grabs Tedgiraffe from the bed and tucks him under his arm before heading out of the room.
Eventually he arrives at Xander's apartment. And he doesn't knock, of course. He's got a key all his own and he's allowed to use it whenever he wants! He lets himself in and then, because it's morning and he hasn't had breakfast and he's hungry and probably Xander is too, he heads straight for the kitchen.
Xander, snoring away the remnants of one of Those Headaches in the bedroom, vaguely registers sounds that aren't him, but he assumes it's well, Bridge. Just larger.
Cereal, Bridge decides, will be good for breakfasts. Only he can't decide which kind, so he pulls all of them out of the cupboards and sets them on the kitchen table. Next step? Bowls. Which are up high and not easily reachable when one is five.
Bridge drags a chair over beside the counter and scrambles up on top of it in order to get at the bowls. Oh yes, this is so going to end well.
Or rather, it's going to end with a bowl hitting the floor with a *smash!* and a Bridge looking down at it wide-eyed and worried.
Okay, Xander heard that. Which is why he comes rushing out of the bedroom, hair sticking up, duckie pyjamas and all, brandishing... okay so he hadn't been quite awake when he grabbed the marshmallow shooter. But it looks fierce.
He sneaks around the side of the kitchen and pokes his head through the door slowly, marshmallow shooter in front of him. "Come out and put your hands and/or tentacles where I can see 'em."
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Bridge yelps. "Don't come in!"
Xander blinks at the voice, then, "....Bridge?"
"I just wanted to make you some breakfasts," Bridge says mournfully. "But the bowls were too high up and I couldn't reach so I had to climb and it falled on the floor on accident!"
Xander lets out his breath slowly and sighs, but it's one of those mostly-good sighs. He sets the marshmallow shooter down on the nearest counter and carefully barefoots it into the kitchen, avoiding any bits of broken bowl. "Well, that was dumb of me. I should keep the bowls lower."
"Be careful!" Bridge admonishes. "And you're not dumb! Just silly sometimes."
"I'm being careful!" Xander assures him. "And okay, that was silly of me; I should keep the bowls lower. How 'bout we sweep this up?" He reaches into the kitchen closet for a broom.
Bridge nods, sitting down on the counter and letting his feet dangle over the edge as he watches. "You're not mad?"
Xander shakes his head as he sweeps up the bits of broken bowl. "I'm not mad. But next time you need something that's up high, come get me, and I'll get it for you. We don't want you to fall and get smooshed."
Bridge can't help but giggle a little at the suggestion that he could get smooshed. "You were sleepin'! I wanted it to be a surprise breakfasts! It wouldn't be a surprise if you knowed I was making it."
"You do have a point there." Xander dumps the bits of broken bowl into the trash, and reaches up to get two more. "You can still surprise me if you want. I'll cover my eyes."
"Kay!" Bridge chirps, carefully climbing down from the counter. "No peeking!"
Xander covers one eye. The other one's sort of taken care of already.
Bridge fills two bowls full of various kinds of sugary cereal, stirring them a bit with the spoon to make sure they're well and truly mixed up before reaching for the milk. Tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in concentration, he pours very, very, very carefully and only manages to splash a little bit of milk on the table. "Okay, okay, it's ready you can look!"
Xander uncovers his eye and grins. "Breakfast! Awesome! I am completely surprised!"
Which, really, just causes Bridge to burst in to giggles again... around a mouthful of Froot Loops and Lucky Charms and Cheerios.
Xander pads over to the table and takes a seat, then looks around. "Think we should have some juice?"
"I forgotted!" Bridge says, wide-eyed. "Can it be choklit juice please?"
Xander snickers and gets up to grab some glasses and poke the replicator. "I think we can manage that, yeah."
He comes back with two glasses of choklit juice.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" Bridge chirps, scraping his chair on the floor noisily as he attempts to scoot a bit closer to Xander. "You're my favouritest!" he announces. "...But shh, don't tell Anders."
Xander holds a finger to his lips. "It'll be our secret."
"Good," Bridge says, taking a big gulp from his cup and leaving himself with a choklit mustache. "Cause I like him lots too and I wouldn't want his feelings hurted."
"I think he'd understand," Xander says, resisting the urge to reach for a napkin. "Anderses and Xanderses are different kind of favorites."
"Even though they rhymes," Bridge agrees with a nod. Xander is so smart. "You gonna eat your breakfasts?"
"Yup!" Xander says, taking a big bite of cereal, then washing it down with an equally big drink of choklit juice. Leaving a slightly bigger mustache than Bridge's.
"You gots a mustache!" Bridge observes gleefully, while still chomping away on his cereal.
"Huh - I do, really?" Xander looks doubtful. "I shaved last night."
"Yeah huh really!" Bridge nods. "I gots one too and I'm too little to shave!"
"Hmm. Must be from the choklit juice, then." This time Xander doesn't resist the napkin.
And Bridge is torn between the desire to sit still and behave because it's Xander and the desire to wriggle away from any and all napkins aimed at his face.
It's a difficult battle, but the second one eventually wins out, with Bridge making a face and grabbing at the offending napkin. "I can do it myselfs!"
"You're better at it than me, then," Xander says, letting go of the napkin. He points to his own choklit mustache. "I can't see my face. Wanna help me?"
"Yes!" Bridge says proudly, leaning over to do just that. "All cleans!" he announces once finished.
Xander nods seriously, "Thank you."
"Welcome!" Bridge replies, beaming at him.
Xander looks down to the end of the table. "Ted doesn't have a mustache. How'd he pull that off?"
"You can't pulls a mustache off." Bridge frowns, apparently taking Xander a bit too literally. "That'd hurt."
"You can pull a choklit juice mustache off without it hurting," Xander points out.
Bridge scrunches up his face in thought. "Yeah but you needs hands! He doesn't have hands, only hoofses!"
Xander scrunches up his own face. "Then how does he hold his glass of choklit juice?"
"Maybe he gots a straw?"
I love you so much, Xander doesn't say. "It'd have to be a really loooooong straw. Do they make straws for giraffes?"
"Prob'ly!" Bridge nods. "Cause the giraffes maybe get tired of having to lean down allatimes, and if they has straws then they don't have to!" he bounces out of his chair and deposits his empty bowl and cup in to the sink. "Okay can I be 'scused?" he implores.
So. Freaking. Much. "Sure. What about Ted? Should we excuse him too?"
Nod nod nodnodnodnod. "Yeah huh! And you too!"
Xander takes one more big slurpy bite of cereal, then stands up to put his bowl in the sink. "Okeh. Ah scuve me thoo." You'll note that nowhere was swallowing the cereal mentioned.
"Cept you gotta finish eating first!" Bridge says sternly.
Xander looks vaguely guilty. Or at least he looks like he's trying to look vaguely guilty. He chews and chews and chews, then exaggeratedly swallows. "There. All done."
Bridge watches all this quietly, then nods again, apparently satisfied. "Can we maybe watch cartoons?" he asks.
"On a Saturday?" Xander scratches his head. "Where are we gonna find cartoons on a Saturday?"
"On the TV!" Bridge says, frowning a little because Xander should know that.
"You think?" Xander asks like he's not sure, grabbing Ted and heading for the kitchen doorway.
"There's sposed to be!" Bridge insists stubbornly.
"I guess we should try it and see, then." Oh look. TV. Remote. Fervent hope that there's not something dirty cued up in the DVD player.
"Good plan!" Bridge agrees, making a running jump for the couch and then settling himself in amongst a nest of pillows.
Xander grabs the remote and flops down next to Bridge. "How about this?" he says, flipping on The Bionic Bunny Show.
"Yeah!" Bridge says excitedly, scooting over a little so he's practically plastered to Xander's side.
I wonder if he's really a bionic snowmonster in a bunny suit?" Xander says thoughtfully, wrapping an arm around Bridge.
"Snowmonsters in bunny suits is little!" Bridge says, tilting his head to look up at Xander. "Bionic Bunny is big."
"You got a point there. It'd probably be hard to find a bunny suit that big."
"Zactly!" Bridge says. "Now shhh, it's starting!"
Xander shhs. And leans over to kiss him on the top of the head.
[OOC: Preplayed with the BF of Non-Weeness. NFI, OOC=WHEE! Wee whee.]
Not too terribly pleased about the fact that his friend doesn't want to get up and play, Bridge flops down to the floor in a huff. Which lasts all of two seconds before he's jumping up again because he just got the best idea ever, he can go visit Xander! He gets dressed all by himself, thanks, and grabs Tedgiraffe from the bed and tucks him under his arm before heading out of the room.
Eventually he arrives at Xander's apartment. And he doesn't knock, of course. He's got a key all his own and he's allowed to use it whenever he wants! He lets himself in and then, because it's morning and he hasn't had breakfast and he's hungry and probably Xander is too, he heads straight for the kitchen.
Xander, snoring away the remnants of one of Those Headaches in the bedroom, vaguely registers sounds that aren't him, but he assumes it's well, Bridge. Just larger.
Cereal, Bridge decides, will be good for breakfasts. Only he can't decide which kind, so he pulls all of them out of the cupboards and sets them on the kitchen table. Next step? Bowls. Which are up high and not easily reachable when one is five.
Bridge drags a chair over beside the counter and scrambles up on top of it in order to get at the bowls. Oh yes, this is so going to end well.
Or rather, it's going to end with a bowl hitting the floor with a *smash!* and a Bridge looking down at it wide-eyed and worried.
Okay, Xander heard that. Which is why he comes rushing out of the bedroom, hair sticking up, duckie pyjamas and all, brandishing... okay so he hadn't been quite awake when he grabbed the marshmallow shooter. But it looks fierce.
He sneaks around the side of the kitchen and pokes his head through the door slowly, marshmallow shooter in front of him. "Come out and put your hands and/or tentacles where I can see 'em."
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Bridge yelps. "Don't come in!"
Xander blinks at the voice, then, "....Bridge?"
"I just wanted to make you some breakfasts," Bridge says mournfully. "But the bowls were too high up and I couldn't reach so I had to climb and it falled on the floor on accident!"
Xander lets out his breath slowly and sighs, but it's one of those mostly-good sighs. He sets the marshmallow shooter down on the nearest counter and carefully barefoots it into the kitchen, avoiding any bits of broken bowl. "Well, that was dumb of me. I should keep the bowls lower."
"Be careful!" Bridge admonishes. "And you're not dumb! Just silly sometimes."
"I'm being careful!" Xander assures him. "And okay, that was silly of me; I should keep the bowls lower. How 'bout we sweep this up?" He reaches into the kitchen closet for a broom.
Bridge nods, sitting down on the counter and letting his feet dangle over the edge as he watches. "You're not mad?"
Xander shakes his head as he sweeps up the bits of broken bowl. "I'm not mad. But next time you need something that's up high, come get me, and I'll get it for you. We don't want you to fall and get smooshed."
Bridge can't help but giggle a little at the suggestion that he could get smooshed. "You were sleepin'! I wanted it to be a surprise breakfasts! It wouldn't be a surprise if you knowed I was making it."
"You do have a point there." Xander dumps the bits of broken bowl into the trash, and reaches up to get two more. "You can still surprise me if you want. I'll cover my eyes."
"Kay!" Bridge chirps, carefully climbing down from the counter. "No peeking!"
Xander covers one eye. The other one's sort of taken care of already.
Bridge fills two bowls full of various kinds of sugary cereal, stirring them a bit with the spoon to make sure they're well and truly mixed up before reaching for the milk. Tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in concentration, he pours very, very, very carefully and only manages to splash a little bit of milk on the table. "Okay, okay, it's ready you can look!"
Xander uncovers his eye and grins. "Breakfast! Awesome! I am completely surprised!"
Which, really, just causes Bridge to burst in to giggles again... around a mouthful of Froot Loops and Lucky Charms and Cheerios.
Xander pads over to the table and takes a seat, then looks around. "Think we should have some juice?"
"I forgotted!" Bridge says, wide-eyed. "Can it be choklit juice please?"
Xander snickers and gets up to grab some glasses and poke the replicator. "I think we can manage that, yeah."
He comes back with two glasses of choklit juice.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" Bridge chirps, scraping his chair on the floor noisily as he attempts to scoot a bit closer to Xander. "You're my favouritest!" he announces. "...But shh, don't tell Anders."
Xander holds a finger to his lips. "It'll be our secret."
"Good," Bridge says, taking a big gulp from his cup and leaving himself with a choklit mustache. "Cause I like him lots too and I wouldn't want his feelings hurted."
"I think he'd understand," Xander says, resisting the urge to reach for a napkin. "Anderses and Xanderses are different kind of favorites."
"Even though they rhymes," Bridge agrees with a nod. Xander is so smart. "You gonna eat your breakfasts?"
"Yup!" Xander says, taking a big bite of cereal, then washing it down with an equally big drink of choklit juice. Leaving a slightly bigger mustache than Bridge's.
"You gots a mustache!" Bridge observes gleefully, while still chomping away on his cereal.
"Huh - I do, really?" Xander looks doubtful. "I shaved last night."
"Yeah huh really!" Bridge nods. "I gots one too and I'm too little to shave!"
"Hmm. Must be from the choklit juice, then." This time Xander doesn't resist the napkin.
And Bridge is torn between the desire to sit still and behave because it's Xander and the desire to wriggle away from any and all napkins aimed at his face.
It's a difficult battle, but the second one eventually wins out, with Bridge making a face and grabbing at the offending napkin. "I can do it myselfs!"
"You're better at it than me, then," Xander says, letting go of the napkin. He points to his own choklit mustache. "I can't see my face. Wanna help me?"
"Yes!" Bridge says proudly, leaning over to do just that. "All cleans!" he announces once finished.
Xander nods seriously, "Thank you."
"Welcome!" Bridge replies, beaming at him.
Xander looks down to the end of the table. "Ted doesn't have a mustache. How'd he pull that off?"
"You can't pulls a mustache off." Bridge frowns, apparently taking Xander a bit too literally. "That'd hurt."
"You can pull a choklit juice mustache off without it hurting," Xander points out.
Bridge scrunches up his face in thought. "Yeah but you needs hands! He doesn't have hands, only hoofses!"
Xander scrunches up his own face. "Then how does he hold his glass of choklit juice?"
"Maybe he gots a straw?"
I love you so much, Xander doesn't say. "It'd have to be a really loooooong straw. Do they make straws for giraffes?"
"Prob'ly!" Bridge nods. "Cause the giraffes maybe get tired of having to lean down allatimes, and if they has straws then they don't have to!" he bounces out of his chair and deposits his empty bowl and cup in to the sink. "Okay can I be 'scused?" he implores.
So. Freaking. Much. "Sure. What about Ted? Should we excuse him too?"
Nod nod nodnodnodnod. "Yeah huh! And you too!"
Xander takes one more big slurpy bite of cereal, then stands up to put his bowl in the sink. "Okeh. Ah scuve me thoo." You'll note that nowhere was swallowing the cereal mentioned.
"Cept you gotta finish eating first!" Bridge says sternly.
Xander looks vaguely guilty. Or at least he looks like he's trying to look vaguely guilty. He chews and chews and chews, then exaggeratedly swallows. "There. All done."
Bridge watches all this quietly, then nods again, apparently satisfied. "Can we maybe watch cartoons?" he asks.
"On a Saturday?" Xander scratches his head. "Where are we gonna find cartoons on a Saturday?"
"On the TV!" Bridge says, frowning a little because Xander should know that.
"You think?" Xander asks like he's not sure, grabbing Ted and heading for the kitchen doorway.
"There's sposed to be!" Bridge insists stubbornly.
"I guess we should try it and see, then." Oh look. TV. Remote. Fervent hope that there's not something dirty cued up in the DVD player.
"Good plan!" Bridge agrees, making a running jump for the couch and then settling himself in amongst a nest of pillows.
Xander grabs the remote and flops down next to Bridge. "How about this?" he says, flipping on The Bionic Bunny Show.
"Yeah!" Bridge says excitedly, scooting over a little so he's practically plastered to Xander's side.
I wonder if he's really a bionic snowmonster in a bunny suit?" Xander says thoughtfully, wrapping an arm around Bridge.
"Snowmonsters in bunny suits is little!" Bridge says, tilting his head to look up at Xander. "Bionic Bunny is big."
"You got a point there. It'd probably be hard to find a bunny suit that big."
"Zactly!" Bridge says. "Now shhh, it's starting!"
Xander shhs. And leans over to kiss him on the top of the head.
[OOC: Preplayed with the BF of Non-Weeness. NFI, OOC=WHEE! Wee whee.]