Halls of Fandom High, Friday Night

[demonbelthazor]

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.]

Comments

[demonbelthazor]

Bel carefully rose to his feet and moved toward the study door. He paused at the door and turned around. "Thanks again," he said. "I'll see you in the morning. Or throughout the night as the case may be." He gave Wilson a rueful smile.

He disappeared into the room, made a quick phone call, then collapsed on the bed and immediately passed out.