(no subject)
Who: Belthazor and Hayley Stark
What: Foodrun turns into something much snider.
When: Dinnertime on Saturday?
Where: On the way to the caf!
Warnings: ...Massive, massive snark ahead.
It'd taken what felt like forever to get Jace to call back the technicolor spy he'd sicced on Belthazor, and even longer to make sure there hadn't been any stupid fairy dust left in his hair - it was almost worse than dream dust if you didn't get rid of it quickly.
Of course, with all that done there was nothing else to do. And yes, technically he'd said he'd be spending the rest of the flood in his cabin, but... Jace had totally overreacted with the faerie babysitter, and after Bel had done nothing wrong? So one could say that he basically had a blank check to not do as promised. Or one could say that was the whole being a kid thing talking. Maybe. Fifty fifty. Whatever.
Bel thus had no compunctions about leaving his room and strolling on up to the Dining Hall.
What: Foodrun turns into something much snider.
When: Dinnertime on Saturday?
Where: On the way to the caf!
Warnings: ...Massive, massive snark ahead.
It'd taken what felt like forever to get Jace to call back the technicolor spy he'd sicced on Belthazor, and even longer to make sure there hadn't been any stupid fairy dust left in his hair - it was almost worse than dream dust if you didn't get rid of it quickly.
Of course, with all that done there was nothing else to do. And yes, technically he'd said he'd be spending the rest of the flood in his cabin, but... Jace had totally overreacted with the faerie babysitter, and after Bel had done nothing wrong? So one could say that he basically had a blank check to not do as promised. Or one could say that was the whole being a kid thing talking. Maybe. Fifty fifty. Whatever.
Bel thus had no compunctions about leaving his room and strolling on up to the Dining Hall.