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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Comments

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Look. If greasy plastic is your eatting standard then fine. But it ain't gonna be mine, that's for sure."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"After some of the things I've eaten? Twinkies are a slice of heaven. Mmmmm, sugar."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Ugh. I'd rather eat grass." Ranma hops from his bed, all this arguing makes him aggressive and he needs to go get it out in a healthy way like running around or something.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"There's an abundance of it outside. Leaves, too, if that's your bag. Dammit, I could go for a salad now."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma just shrugs. "I guess I could too. I'm gonna go look for some suitable leaves then I suppose." He heads for the door.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Lemme know if you find a vinegrette tree."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"I sure will." He pretends to know what that is but he really doesn't. He scampers out to run.