Suite 518/520, Sunday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was not hiding in his room. He was studying. Finals were coming up pretty soon, right?

It was just convenient that his room was an Anders-free zone.

So far, as near as he could tell, only a few people knew about his new status. Phoebe, of course, and he'd talked to Blair and Wilson. Marty knew, and it wouldn't be a jump to assume that he'd told Veronica what he'd done. But other than that, no one had approached him about it yet. So either they didn't know...or they were keeping their distance. Parker couldn't know, that he was sure of. She'd be kicking down his door by now if she did.

He picked up the remote and idly flipped through the channels on the TV. The second part of "King of the Bracelets" was on. That should be a suitable distraction. He briefly thought about calling Angel, but he wasn't ready to admit what had happened yet. There'd be time for that later.


[ooc: For multi_madrox or anyone else who might have need to poke the ex- (sniffle) demon.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, convenience was about to run out, as Anders wandered up three floors to Bel and Phoebe's suite and knocked on the door like a big dumbass.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

There was knocking on the door. Joyful knocking. Lots of knocking.

"BEL! BEL! BEL! BEL! BEL! BEL! BEL! BEL! BEL! BEL!" Jamie shouted, "Open up! We need to go to Greensboro to get her! We can go tonight and make S'mores! I brought marshmallows!"