The Hyperion, Tuesday Afternoon

[demonbelthazor]

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.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Look, you try paying attention to what's going on around you when you live with the perpetual Bob Dylan earworm. In between the Olympics, the NCAA basketball tournaments, and the excitement of spring training, Anders had been a sadly preoccupied jock of late. (It was, he thought, a preferable alternative to brooding over the whole thing, or at least a welcome distraction.) Today, he happened to be a preoccupied jock whose class for the day had been cancelled, leaving him at loose ends for the next couple of hours.

And, conveniently, walking riiiiiiiiight by Bel.