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demonbelthazor) wrote2007-04-30 08:53 am
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Suite 518/520, Monday morning
Bel awoke a little disoriented (to say the least). He was clinging tightly to Anders, and Phoebe was on the other side of the bed doing the same thing. His head ached a little from residual sugar crash.
Then he remembered waking up five or six years old Saturday morning. Going off and searching for Phoebe when she wandered off. Returning that evening for dinner and . . . snuggles.
The next day he and Phoebe had snuck over to Wilson and Phale's, where he'd talked to Blair and threatened the fish and let Marie borrow his powers until Anders came to collect them.
With a groan, Bel rolled over and pulled the covers over his head.
[For the occupants or anyone who might want to knock on the door.]
Then he remembered waking up five or six years old Saturday morning. Going off and searching for Phoebe when she wandered off. Returning that evening for dinner and . . . snuggles.
The next day he and Phoebe had snuck over to Wilson and Phale's, where he'd talked to Blair and threatened the fish and let Marie borrow his powers until Anders came to collect them.
With a groan, Bel rolled over and pulled the covers over his head.
[For the occupants or anyone who might want to knock on the door.]
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Trying his best to keep a straight face, he said, "If it's any help, I promise not to hold any of what you did as little kids against you."
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"He's always been very snuggly with me," she giggled into the pillow.
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No, she wasn't shaking with giggles. She really wasn't.
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