Assistants' Lounge, Wed 18

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With only one class to worry about, Angel had plenty of time to hang out and do nothing pay close attention to his studies.

Currently he was curled up on the couch and reading a large, old, dusty book.

For fun.

Weirdo.

Sean, possessed of a better sense of fun than his dad, was chasing a ball around on the floor.

There was fresh coffee brewing.

[Lounge is for TAs, library/clinic helpers, yadda, yadda, yadda...]

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[demonbelthazor]

"You wish I'd let you. What's with all the questions?" Bel responded instead of answering.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I love it when you play hard to get I'm just saying this can't be making you happy."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel scowled. The last thing he needed right now was for Angel to try to seduce confuse him. "Unlike you, I haven't forgotten what I am," he said. He smirked. "But you'll remember soon enough."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Nothing," Bel lied, cursing himself silently for making that slip. Not like they didn't expect him to try something else anyway.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"And I should believe you because....?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel shrugged. "Then don't. Because even if -- if -- I had something planned, I'm not exactly going to suddenly spill all the details of my villainous plans, am I?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Not without thumbscrews."

[demonbelthazor]

"I thought it was Angelus who was so fond of torture."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't be the first - or I'm guessing last - time you were wrong."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel smiled. "We'll see, won't we?"