Office Hours

[demonbelthazor]

Bel had kiiiiinda forgotten about class on Monday. He blamed Phoebe distracting him Sunday night, and come to think of it, she'd probably done it on purpose because she really didn't approve of him antagonizing Anakin with his class. And to tell the truth, there was nothing he could come up with that would top Jamie's puppet show or getting Anakin gremlin-bit.

At any rate, he figured he ought to at least show up for the last week of classes. He hadn't really established any office hours at the start of the summer session, so he just wandered around until he found an empty office and parked himself inside, feet up on the desk as he fiddled with his phone. Maybe he'd order a few dozen pizzas and have them sent to Anakin's office. Because he was 12.

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[sith_happened]

"Dick."

Hello to you, too, Anakin.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel just smirked. "Having a bad few weeks?" he asked, all innocence.

[sith_happened]

"A bad six," Anakin said, glaring back. "Dick. The gremlin was especially obnoxious."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel shrugged. "Not my fault you're so much more entertaining under the influence."

[sith_happened]

"You are so, so, SO lucky I'm above petty retaliation."

This...was not even the slightest bit true. Anakin lived for petty retaliation.

[demonbelthazor]

"That mean you're just going to sit there and take it?" Bel said, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "Did Fandom finally replace you with a pod person or something?"

[sith_happened]

"No," Anakin said. "It means when you're least expecting it, you're going to end up in a shower that runs icy cold with all of your clothes mysteriously on fire out on the lawn and every room in the hotel turned into a ball pit."

[demonbelthazor]

"A real ball pit, or a kiddie pool filled with a few dozen balls?" Bel wondered aloud. "Because that makes all the difference."

[sith_happened]

"You put an actual gremlin in my office," Anakin said. "I'm not half-assing the frelling ball pits."

[demonbelthazor]

"I did not put a gremlin in your office," Bel corrected mildly. "I just invited one to stop by. Not my fault you didn't see it sneaking up on you. Guess those Jedi senses aren't so hot, huh?"

[sith_happened]

"Oh, I sensed it," Anakin said, "but apparently Skywalkers are gremlin dessert--they've been snacking on my family for generations."

[demonbelthazor]

"And I can't think of someone more deserving," Bel said. "Takes that stick out of your ass for awhile."

[sith_happened]

"I don't have a stick in my ass!" Anakin protested vehemently.

Literally, this was true. Metaphorically....eh.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel rolled his eyes. "You have since high school," he said. "Same stick, worse haircut."

[sith_happened]

"Then or now?" Anakin checked, hand going protectively up to his hair.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel pretended to think about that for a moment. "Then," he said. "That braid was really dorky."

[sith_happened]

"It really, really was," Anakin admitted. "I'm glad the new generation of Jedi haven't continued with that. We used to give beads to Padawans who didn't have hair."

Yeeeep.