MCA0: Monday Night

[needsaparrot]

If Xander's been a little clingy today - like "Call me when you get out of class and come straight back here plz" clingy - who's going to mock him for it? After landing on your ass in Prohibition-Era Chicago, not knowing what might happen if the folks in Fandom didn't find a way to get you all home, and spending a month away from everyone you know

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[bridge_carson]

Somebody else isn't exactly complaining, here. At either the attachedness or the popcorn. "Missed this," he murmurs.

[needsaparrot]

"It'd just be synthesized pizza," Xander warns, pushing himself off the couch and heading for the kitchen.

[bridge_carson]

"Dude, I used to eat synthesized food all the time," Bridge points out. "I can totally live with that."

[needsaparrot]

"It could be a real milkshake though," Xander calls back over his shoulder. "I think there's still ice cream."

[bridge_carson]

"Best. Boyfriend. Ever." Bridge declares as he works on making the couch all unfoldy.

[needsaparrot]

Xander returns from the kitchen a bit later, plates of synthesized pizza and sloppy homemade twinkie-flavored milkshakes on a tray.

"Dinner is served. Except for the already had dinner part."

[bridge_carson]

Bridge laughs. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with second dinner," he says from his spot on the now much more bed-like couch.

[needsaparrot]

"Especially considering how many we missed." Xander passes him a plate and sets the glasses on the coffee-table, now pushed to the side of the couch.

He sits down on the edge of the bed and picks up his slice of pizza, but doesn't bite into it, eying Bridge quietly for a moment.

[bridge_carson]

And, okay, Bridge is unaware of any scrutiny as he closes his eyes and takes his first bite of pizza, and there's a sound that possibly could be interpreted as a bit, well... pornographic.

[needsaparrot]

Xander's thoughtful frown turns into a smirk, but the observation continues.

[bridge_carson]

Making rather quick work of the pizza slice, Bridge opens his eyes in order to grab one of the milkshakes... and sees the look Xander's giving him.

"What?"

[needsaparrot]

"Just thinking. Wondering what you did while you weren't having pizza in forever."

[bridge_carson]

"Eating lots of non-pizza things?" Bridge tries. Well, 'lots' was perhaps not quite accurate, except in the sense that there was definitely a variety of different kinds of food. Just... not pizza.

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, you look like you spent eight months pigging out on Beef Wellington." Picking up the sarcasm there shouldn't be hard, even for Bridge.

[bridge_carson]

"Well, okay, not so much that either?" Bridge admits. "But, I mean, there was food." Weird food. "As long as I had something to trade for it."

[needsaparrot]

Xander flashes back to the conversation he'd had with the locals when he'd first landed in Chicago, and his eye widens. "...You didn't."