Second Floor Hallway, after lunch

[demonbelthazor]

After working out in the gym, training Phoebe, Bel headed back upstairs to take a shower and change into clean clothes (now that the washing machines and dryers had given up their hostages). He decided to go the long way and actually take the stairs and hallways and walk instead of shimmering directly to his room.

[For a certain someone in particular, but use for all your, um, second floor hallway needs.]

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel passed by Bel on the way to his room. "Hey. How's it going?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Hey," Bel said. He felt more relaxed around Angel now that he had talked to him about his guilt -- and the fact that he hadn't heard, was ignoring, or (as usual) was completely oblivious to the "boyfriend" comments when they were wee. "Just hit the gym, and now I'm hoping the showers don't go on strike today."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Could always borrow mine if you need to," Angel said. "Bathroom in 238 didn't go on strike. Guess John and I spoil it enough."

[demonbelthazor]

"It approves of your quality hair care products?" Bel joked, grinning.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sure, mock," Angel said. "But at least I was able to take showers. No such luck with the laundry though. I'm down to the last of the couture."

[demonbelthazor]

"The machines are apparently releasing their hostages today. Or else you'd be left with, what, pink stuff?" Bel teased.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hawaiian shirts," Angel said. "Cal gave me a bunch. 'course there weren't any pants in the mix..."

[demonbelthazor]

"And the leather ones might cause undue alarm?" Bel said.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel cleared his throat. "What leather ones? That I totally don't keep way in the back of my closet."

[demonbelthazor]

"Don't forget I got to case your wardrobe when I was stuck in your body," Bel said. He shook his head but smiled. "I should never play with magic I don't understand well."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You didn't switch the hangers or anything, did you? Because if it's not on wood it gets all bent out of shape."

[demonbelthazor]

"Hey, I know the proper way to care for leather," Bel said. "Have some myself, you know."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Good point," Angel said. He reached out to grasp Bel on the shoulder. "No wonder we're such good friends."

[chasingangela]

Angela was on her way back from the library and decided to check if there was anything going on in the second-floor common room. Rounding a corner, she had to quickly stop to avoid running into Bel or Angel.

There might have been a little staring going on, but she quickly blinked out of it as her cheeks flushed hot. "Excuse me," she said. "I wasn't trying to -- you know. Interrupt, or anything."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel debated shimmering away. Or dying.

"It's, um, not what it looks like," he said. But how was he going to explain being half-held up by a mostly naked Angel?

[chasingangela]

"Of course," Angela said, flicking a bit of hair away from her face. "You were ... sparring, right? In the middle of the hall, because..." Her voice trailed off, and she fixed her gaze on her feet. "Okay, this is so not my business, but -- do you guys need help or anything?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel stood up. "No, thanks, we're, um, we're fine, really," he said, wondering just how red he was.

[chasingangela]

However red Bel was, Angela might have had him beat. But still. It seemed like more needed to be done than just telling them to get a room and moving on.

"You sure? You look kind of almost sick, like." She took a step closer.

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm just a little light-headed," Bel said. "I lost my balance and Angel caught me." That didn't explain why Angel was wearing only boxers, however. Then again, he didn't have an explanation for that other than that the powers that be had quirky sense of humor.


[ooc: I flee work like a fleeing thing -- back in an hour!]

[chasingangela]

"Oh," Angela said. "You sure you don't need to go to the nurse? Or I could try to find Phoebe."

She glanced at Angel out of the corner of her eye, wondering why Crichton hadn't loaned him anything.

[OOC: OK, I'll be back after dinner.]

[demonbelthazor]

"It's okay," Bel said hastily. "Angel's taking me to his room."

He winced. And didn't that sound bad. Or good, depending on your point of view.

[chasingangela]

"Okay," Angela said. "Then I'll just leave you to ... do that."

She turned, and her clothes blinked out of existence. For some reason, this made her freeze. "Um."

[demonbelthazor]

"Um, your clothes...." Bel said, staring at Angela. Angel, who had been afk silent, averted his eyes.

He looked down to make sure he was still dressed. The only thing he needed to make humiliation complete was to be striped bare and make some things so obvious that even Angel couldn't miss them.

[chasingangela]

"Yeah, I kind of ... noticed," Angela said. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest. "I'm going to go put on some clothes. I mean, I have clothese, they just aren't here. So ... yeah. Bye."

She scurried off toward the staircase. Her cheeks had moved past red and were now flushed purple.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Sometimes being afk stoic really came in handy. Because honestly, Angel just did not have the words.

As for example, when Angela left he said, "I feel like there's a name for the level of eternal torment I'll suffer for seeing Angela with her clothes off, but for some strange reason it's just not coming to me."