Suite 518/520, Monday morning

[demonbelthazor]

When Bel woke up Monday morning, he felt strange. Wait, no, he felt normal. That is to say, he no longer felt the irrestible compulsion to share his feelings with everyone around him. "What the hell?" he mumbled to himself in confusion. And then he remembered the phone call to Angel and groaned, pulling a pillow over his face, wondering if his new apparent invulnerability would prevent him from smothering himself.

[ooc: for those with future in their usernames.]

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If he could find Bel, anyway.

Anders gave her a quick kiss, crammed his feet into his shoes, and pulled on a clean shirt. "I will. Wish me luck," he said, and bolted out of the room.