Room 409: Thursday Morning

[lovechildblair]

Blair bounced into his dorm room smelling of patchouli oil and wearing a t-shirt that asked if you have hugged a tree lately. Saying a quick hello to the fish and Hank, he settled onto his bed and checked his email. Spam. Spam. Porn. Spam. Reminder email from himself about Angel. Blair groaned as he realized he had class with Bel this afternoon and

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[demonbelthazor]

[ooc: Somewhere, Bel is facepalming. ;) ]

[willbedone]

[ooc: hee!]