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Bel sat in the living room, flipping through a college course catalog. After the classes he'd taken at Fandom, these just seemed so mundane. And all the dumb requirements! How was he supposed to pick classes he'd enjoy if he was being forced to take ones he didn't want to take? This was so stupid.
He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and looked down at it. They'd called and left a message for Anders when they'd safely arrived at Piper and Veronica's apartment, but Bel hadn't talked to him since they'd left. He didn't know if it was too soon or not soon enough, but he knew that Isabel or Bridge would've told him if anything bad had happened.
He put the cellphone back and picked up the course catalog again, then tossed it down on the table and leaned back on the couch with a sigh.
[For the residents of the Den.]
He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and looked down at it. They'd called and left a message for Anders when they'd safely arrived at Piper and Veronica's apartment, but Bel hadn't talked to him since they'd left. He didn't know if it was too soon or not soon enough, but he knew that Isabel or Bridge would've told him if anything bad had happened.
He put the cellphone back and picked up the course catalog again, then tossed it down on the table and leaned back on the couch with a sigh.
[For the residents of the Den.]
