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Bel wandered aimlessly through the halls, avoiding...everyone. Phoebe wanted her grandmother and oldest sister to meet him this weekend, and he still wasn't so sure about that. And he really didn't want to see all the happy reunions of parents and children that other people were having. Jealousy, he knew. After all, he didn't have a loving mother or father who wanted to see him. His father was dead, his mother was (thankfully) dead now, and the rest of the Underworld thought he was dead.

He sighed, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his head down as he rounded a random corner.

[ooc: for those who know who they are. If you have a desire to jump in, please to be pinging me on AIM first.]

Date: 2006-10-21 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
"They are rather relentless that way." Wilson was forced to admit, remembering the week back in the city, running every three hours, over and over again.

"Bel, is Phoebe at your suite for you to stay with tonight or is she visiting with her family?"

Date: 2006-10-21 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a-phale.livejournal.com
"You have people who can help you here, Belthazor," Aziraphale replied softly. "People who will help you here."

He gave the young man a little smile, and then looked up and down the hallway, as if standing guard while Wilson saw to Bel's injuries. Which, in fact, was exactly what he was doing.

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