MCA0, Sunday Evening

[needsaparrot]

Okay, Xander, not usually a candlelight kind of guy, but then today's not exactly a usual kind of day. When you've been dating somebody for eighty-five years, give or take one, or possibly that's the other way around, your anniversary ought to be a little out of the ordinary, right

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[bridge_carson]

Bridge had been told in no uncertain terms to make himself scarce for the afternoon, and so he'd headed back to the dorms to do his own anniversary-preparations. And so, having gotten somewhat more dressed-up than usual, and with a small envelope held carefully in one hand, he's letting himself in to the apartment, the time not even a minute later than the one Xander had told him he could be back by.

Huh. Candlelight. That's... different. "Xander?"

[needsaparrot]

"Over here." That'd be coming from the darkened living room, right around the couch.

Not that dark, though.

[bridge_carson]

That's different too, actually. Bridge makes his way over to the living room as directed, and...

Yeah.

Really, really different.

[needsaparrot]

"Hey." This was a good idea. Right. This was a good idea. Right. Right.