A/N: This is by far the shortest thing I have ever written for this website. I just...I needed fluff, okay?
Bridge stared at the pile of laundry in front of him and contemplated what he should do. He had in his power the opporunity to utterly eradicate the bane of his existence but he wasn't sure how Sky would react and the green ranger had a feeling that he needed to stay on Sky's good side tonight. He stuck the pad of his thumb into his mouth and sucked the excess cheese off of it before pulling back and looking intently at the pad. Yes, it was still orange; it was definitely time to put the Cheetos down. He bent the top of the bag down and clipped it shut before hiding it away with the rest of his secret stash of goodies. Settling himself back on his bed he returned to the more important matters at hand - the underwear. Or, more specifically, Sky's underwear.
It's not that Sky didn't have good underwear, because he did. It was a good brand, it didn't have holes, and it got the job done. It's just...Bridge preferred Sky in his underwear. See, Sky wore briefs. Every day. Since forever. Every six months - like clockwork - Sky went out to the shop and bought two new packs of plain white briefs. Bridge had made it his personal mission to destroy them and he tried to do it as creatively as possible. Hooking them on the ceiling fan? He was just overly eager to get Sky out of his clothes that night. Food stains? It's not his fault Sky's underwear looks like a rag at two-thirty in the morning. And now he had the absolute power to destroy all of them in one fell swoop, forcing Sky to wear his boxers.
Bridge preferred boxers. He specifically preferred the fact that you would get boxers with just about ANYTHING on them. Which was how he had come about with the Underwear Rule. Mondays - the second bane of his existence - required his boxers with the pictures of buttery toast or his boxers with the pictures of the toasters. Tuesdays required a nerdy saying, usually something along the lines of, "May the Source Code be With You". Wednesdays were Purple Boxer Day. Thursdays required a cartoon character and Fridays required smiley faces. The only exception to this rule was if the wearer of the boxers had a bad day, in which case smiley faces were allowed to be substited - with the addendum that if smileys are worn on Wednesday, they must be purple. Saturdays and Sundays were free days and boxers were worn as the wearer preferred.
The green ranger stared at the pile of laundry and contemplated what his choice of action should be. He heaved a sigh, picked up both piles of underwear and placed them in the left hand side of the dresser drawer before going to call Sky. The destruction of Sky's underwear would have to wait another day. Bridge needed the older ranger to pick Pepto Bismol up on the way home. Stupid Cheetos.
