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demonbelthazor) wrote2010-03-30 01:19 pm
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The Hyperion, Tuesday Afternoon
Bel still hadn't really talked to Anders since the whole turning into his alternate universe self. How they managed to not see each other while living in the same room and even sharing a bed was anybody's guess. But Bel was tired of the silence between them, so now he was laying in wait to corner Anders so they could finally talk.
[For the robot.]
[For the robot.]
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"Dumbass," he said, putting an absurd amount of affection into the word. "If you really want to do any of that, I won't stop you
but if you pull that Eclipse thing this is so over and I'm throwing a tree at you. I'm here now. I'm not running. So remind me I don't have a reason to."no subject
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The second option was far more immediate, and . . . let's face it, far more interesting.
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If Logan popped up to complain, he'd fireball him.
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. . . ahem.
"You're not him," Anders muttered half to himself, muffled against Bel's lips as the words might be.
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Really, really hard to take that as an insult when he was tugging at Bel's clothes, though. He liked this grinding against the wall business . . .
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SPLASH!
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