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?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Oh, you know I can't resist a dare," Bel said.

[cantgetnorelief]

Somewhere, it was highly possible, Parker might be having the inexplicable urge to smack Anders across the back of the head. "I didn't think you could," he said, his tone meant to imply he'd been shooting for just this result.

Even if it wasn't strictly true.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel grinned. "See you Friday then," he said.

[oatmanspatient]

"Hello Bel. How are you today," Marty said politely and doing his best not to glare. Even for old-times sake.

[demonbelthazor]

"Hey," Bel said, glare-free as well. "Doing okay. How about you?"

[oatmanspatient]

"Pancakes. Coffee. Life is good," Marty replied gesturing to the food and beverages.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel nodded in agreement. "So how goes the reign of Homecoming King? Get any special benefits other than Seely begging for kisses from royalty?"

[oatmanspatient]

"Apparently all I get is a crown. I tried issuing some royal decrees but no one paid any attention to them," Marty said shaking his head in mock-dismay. "Apparently I'm only a figurehead."

[demonbelthazor]

"Maybe if you started wearing royal robes and carrying a scepter people would pay more attention," Bel suggested.