Pangolin Campfire [Saturday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge has got the campfire going, with an assortment of junk foods- of both of the roasting-over-a-fire and not kinds stockpiled to share with anyone who happened to pass by.

[ooc: open! like an open thing that is... open!]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"I kinda like you a lot."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge beams. "I like you a lot too. So that works out nicely then."

[soldtoarmenians]

"It's convenient. The kissing thing would be kinda awkward if we couldn't stand each other."

Not impossible, he knew from experience, but was, amazingly smart enough not to say out loud. But there was a lot to be said for kissing somebody who actually wanted to spend time with you outside of broom closets.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, s'good we don't have to worry 'bout that, then," Bridge says, grinning around a mouthful of marshmallow.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, if you think it would bring more challenge into our relationship, I could try not liking you a little."

Totally oblivious to the fact that he'd just said the word 'relationship,' Xander set about making his best 'I'm really trying hard' face. It almost looked a bit like a bad impression of his bad impression of Bridge's pteranadon face.

"Dammit! Not working."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sorry?" Bridge says, not really looking all that sorry.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yuh-huh."