Hyperion, Los Angeles, Jan 19

[demonbelthazor]

It being Bel's birthday, he wanted a very special cake.

A very special cake.

But it was his cake. His precious. Touch it and you may get a fork in your hand. Sneaky little hobbitses.


[Meant to put this up earlier but oh well. Open for SP (and phone calls) as I have taken THE Q and may pass out unexpectedly.]

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel grinned. "So you called up to talk dirty to me, huh? There are worse things I could get for my birthday."

[nomoreveruca.livejournal.com]

Cally made a face at her phone. "Gross," she said. "I'm a mother. Yuo're not supposed to talk to me like that. I think. There's rules, somewhere."

[demonbelthazor]

"I think you got that all wrong," Bel said. "I mean, if there were rules against it, then why is there so much stuff about MILFs and cougars out there?"

[nomoreveruca.livejournal.com]

"Because the thirteenth colony is weird. Or... something," Cally said. "Ugh. I'm not really a cougar though, right? I'm too young for that. I hope."

[demonbelthazor]

"Nah, I think you need a few more years for that," Bel snickered. "You're safe. For now."

[nomoreveruca.livejournal.com]

"Thank the gods," Cally said. "And if anyone ever tries to use that other term with me, they're getting decked. That is sooo not the way to win me over. It's just so... crass. And demeaning."