The Roof, Wednesday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel? Still in demon form.

Elizabeth had suggested that it was an emotional reason, not a physical or magical one, that was causing him to be stuck in demon form. Janet's examination seemed to confirm this. Willing to try anything at this point, Bel was on the roof, trying to relax. Trying not to think about how he would be under a death sentence if he ever set foot in the Underworld again. Trying not to think about how he had almost screwed up his relationship with Phoebe by keeping things from her. Or how he was worried that he couldn't control his demon side. Or that people thought he was sleeping with Veronica. Or that Angel was shacked up with Logan.

Stressed, him? Nah.

So. Relax. Bel lit up a cigarette and settled by the garden, trying to clear his head.


[ooc: totally open for relaxation interruption or help. ;) ]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Guy, girl, doesn't matter. Whoo. Remind me to stop acting like an ass until my ribs heal. Arm, too."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"I'd be glad to." He slips his arms under his shoulders and by the bottoms of his knees and lifts him up pretty easily. Unfortunately due to the broken arm and hurt ribs he's forced to carry him like a bride or something. You know, in front of him.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John!Mun wonders what Ranma!Mun is going for, and if there's really such a demand for Connor!Saotome slash. I mean, really.

"Um, dude? I can still walk. I think."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Loud laughter ensues. Well... this is awkward. "You didn't seem like it. I was just gonna carry you to your room. Or something." You can tell how well he planned this. He puts him down on his feet

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Have I ever told you about my father, Saotome?" John caressed Ranma-Chan's cheek as her messy hair cascaded on the pillow.

"I'll be fine. I hope. Fucking ribs. I still don't know what the fuck happened that night. Ow."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"You did last night darling..." She coos at him and brushes a hand over his toned chest.

Ranma bends down and hands him his squirt gun that he dropped in the scuffle probably... "Here you go."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Mind the scars, sweetie. Mind the scars."

"Thanks." John stuffs it into his sling. "I think I'm calling it a night. And going back to my dorm room and having sex with my wife girlfriend. *end credits from CLue play*"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"But I so adore them John..." Romantic sigh.

"Fine. See ya sometime soon I'm sure." He sighs.

Mrs. White: Are you a cop?
Mr. Green: No, I'm a plant.
Miss Scarlet: A plant? I thought men like you were usually called a fruit.
Mr. Green: Very funny.