MCA0: Sunday Night

[needsaparrot]

This time, Xander didn't get stuck to the couch. He's expecting the boyfriend back, after all, and there's still... well, eight hours or so of Spring Break left. Sort of.

So he spent the evening in the kitchen. There's like, real food. Real "this came from a cow, and next to it is this thing they discovered in the New World called a potato and

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[bridge_carson]

Okay, so by now Bridge has figured out that he can go *through* walls if he needs too, which is why he's now floating his sparkly self through the door to Xander's apartment. He would've knocked, except for the lack of anything to knock *with*, and besides, normally he has a key with him, so it's not like this is really *that* different, right?

Moments after he's through the door, his duffel hits the floor with a *thump*. Bridge... remains sparkly and hovering in the air.

"Huh," he comments absently, looking down at his luggage.

[needsaparrot]

Xander, in the kitchen, heard the thump, and comes out grinning. "Hey, you! I mi--"

He stops, staring at the hovery ball of light. Blink. Blink.

"...Willow?"

Hey, his canon is weird too he is not without historical precedent for wondering.

[bridge_carson]

"No?" Bridge would be giving Xander a confused look. If he had, you know, eyes. Or a face.

[needsaparrot]

Okay, for one thing, Willow's sparkly will-o-the-willow lights can't talk. (Let's leave aside the question of why he tried talking to it, shall we? Mmkay.) For another, if they could, they probably wouldn't answer with Bridge's voice.

"Bridge?"