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."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel started to get the familiar feeling of being flustered, as he often did when he was close to Angel. "So much in common, how could we not be?" he said.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"My hair's better," Angel teased.

[demonbelthazor]

"You only say that because you can't see yourself in a mirror," Bel shot back.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I photograph, jackass."

[demonbelthazor]

"Amazing what they can do with airbrushing these days, isn't it?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"That's it, now you're going down," Angel gave him a playful shove.

[demonbelthazor]

"Dream on!" Bel said, grinning as he pushed back. "I can take you."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"In what dimension?" Angel replied, using both hands now.

[demonbelthazor]

"Yours, mine, anywhere you want," Bel said, locking his hands on Angel's arms and trying to push him against the wall.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Being pushed up against a wall by Bel was possibly the worst possible time for Angel's clothes to disappear and leave him wearing nothing but a white wifebeater and a pair of black silk boxers.

Oops.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel froze. And gaped.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel facepalmed.