Koala, Sunday Evening

[demonbelthazor]

Moving was easy when you were a demon that could teleport. Bel gathered up the things he and Phoebe would need for their cabin and shimmered over to get things set up. It took more than one trip to get all the things Phoebe wanted. He could've waited until tomorrow to do it since he had no workshops on Monday, but why bother? Tuesday morning was archery, Wednesday was photography (not that he had any interest in it, but Veronica had headtilted at him), Thursday was leadership, and Friday was "Flight and Flying," which, okay, he took just for the opportunity to harass Anakin.

As he dragged one bed from alcove 1 to alcove 3 and pushed it against the bed that was already there, he idly wondered who was in the other half of the cabin. Might be awkward if any of the many new demon hunters were living right next door.


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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe came in with a cat carrier that held Seraphim and Valkyrie. They had let it be knwn in no uncertain terms that she and Cole were not camping out for a week in the weirdness that is Fandom without them.

[demonbelthazor]

"Hi, sweetheart," Cole said, giving her a kiss. "I'm surprised the kittens didn't manage to get to the cabin themselves."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe kissed him back, then watched the kittens pass through the carrier to make themselves comfortable on the beds.

"They wanted to make sure that nothing happened to me along the way," she said with a shrug.

[demonbelthazor]

"I redesigned our alcove," Cole said, tilting his head toward the beds with a grin.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe laughed. "You beat me to it."

[demonbelthazor]

"Hopefully they'll stay together," Cole said. "Don't want you to fall through the crack. You're so small you might."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Oh god... cats...))

[demonbelthazor]

[Ranma is afraid of cats? Uh oh!]

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Afraid doesn't begin to cover it my friend))

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude heard Phoebe's voice and poked his head into the other side of the cabin, grinning and holding the battered, empty carcass of a backpack. "Hey, bra!"