Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[cantgetnorelief]

His Pyramid ball had finally been found and stashed away carefully in its proper place in his gym bag in the closet (and he had no idea how the hell it had ended up wedged between two branches of a tree, but he blamed the squirrel that had been running, jumping, climbing trees, and putting on makeup while it was up there). His coffee maker had

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[demonbelthazor]

Food of course attracted hungry demons.

He may have planted a flag on a stack of pancakes.

"Hey," Bel greeted Anders. "Ever find your balls?"

[cantgetnorelief]

No flag, no pancakes! You can't have any! Those are the rules that I've just made up.

"Very funny," Anders said, flipping a fresh pancake onto a plate. "I was only missing one, and I found it already."

[demonbelthazor]

"So who had it?" Bel said, still smirking. Because sometimes he was twelve.

[cantgetnorelief]

So was Anders, but amazingly enough he wasn't being twelve at the moment. "Who had my Pyramid ball? It was stuck in a tree."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel scarfed down a pancake, then grabbed another and reached for the syrup. "How'd it get up there?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"I suspect squirrels," Anders said, completely serious. "I swear I saw one stashing mascara in a knothole when I climbed up after it."

He took note of the pancake-scarfing and snickered. "Either you're that hungry or . . . damn, I'm good."

[demonbelthazor]

"Remains to be seen," Bel said, licking syrup from his fingers.

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders smirked and gave in to the impulse to be twelve. "I have my evidence right there."

[[OMG, smoke break + broken elevator + third floor == *ded*.]]

[demonbelthazor]

"Just because you're good at pancakes doesn't mean you're good with everything else," Bel pointed out.

[cantgetnorelief]

"What, my word isn't good enough for you?" Anders blew a mocking kiss at Bel.

[demonbelthazor]

"I've always prefered action," Bel said. "Lots and lots of action."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Well then, let me clear out a spot in my schedule to prove it to you," Anders retorted dryly.

[demonbelthazor]

"What are you doing Friday night?" Bel asked.

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders snorted. "Sorry, I'm booked -- oh wait, I forgot. Yeah, that's clear."

One of these days he might learn to stop baiting Bel. Today was not that day.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel traced his finger through the syrup on his plate, as if idly contemplating other uses for it. "Good, maybe you can show me what you got then?"

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on the gesture. "If you show."