It's sort of a time...y...wime...y ball of space. And stuff.

[supermistfrog]

Characters: Fran (supermistfrog) and Belphegor (impertinenti)
When: Afternoon of August 29th.
Where: Varia Mansion
Rating: Pg-13 at most.
Summary: Oh, welcome to Adstring, Bel. By the way, you're in a alternate dimension of converged space-time. Should've mentioned that earlier. Ah, well, I'll explain now.

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[impertinenti]

It took a while, Belphegor had gotten lost multiple times, had gotten attacked by some sort of killer rabbit, among-- a lot of other things. He heard it wasn’t the best of places before, but this sort of thing had been completely unexpected. The search had gone on for a long time; Belphegor trudging through the place, following along the wall before he was making his way inwards, stopping only when those monstrous rabbits and other things decided to attack him

[supermistfrog]

Those knives hit his hat suddenly, causing Fran to jump a bit. He still had to get into the swing of things, to get used to being stabbed daily. But his features quickly settled down back into apathy, and he stared at Bel blankly.

Fran did take his appearance in- he didn't look too injured, unfortunately, but at least he was able to experience the not so plesant side to this place.

He shut his book. No point in trying to get reading done know.

"What did I do this time, Bel?"

Still no "senpai".

[impertinenti]

“Bel-senpai.”

But, he was dropping the topic that really mattered; he couldn’t fix it now, anyway. May as well just learn to deal with this for the time being. So instead of bring up Mammon, instead of whining and complaining like he-- would have to the ones back home, he was moving over to the couch, took those knives out of his hat, and put them back into their hiding places.

“You’ve disappointed me. Nothing new.” Lips were twisted down into a frown, but he was moving to make himself comfortable on the couch, anyway, moving his legs over to rest those dirty boots on top of Fran’s lap.

[supermistfrog]

He gave another sigh, leaning back into the threadbare pillows, staring up into the cracked ceiling, even as Bel put his legs over him. Maybe Master could use Al for repairs again soon. Maybe the animus would give them a new house for Christmas.

Fantasies aside, Fran was still adjusting to having this piece of his past back, one that he would like to shove back into his memory- and have him stay there.

"..."

"I would ask 'did you find him', but I told you the answer to that question before you left."

And the one person who he would have liked to have back- he was gone, and in turn, Fran was gone from his memory.