Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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Conner was lounging on the couch in the common room with a stack of pizzas on the table (online pizza ordering was kind of dangerous) and his laptop in front of him. He was browsing the US Soccer website and far too amused by the pictures of Aly Wagner and Cat Whitehill at San Diego ComicCon from the weekend. Hot soccer players with a geeky side? That was pretty awesome.

He was kind of sorry he'd missed out on that, what with the last-minute change in plans, but hey. There were pictures, and he had pizza. It was all good, really.

[OOC: Who wants pizza? Come and get some!]

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[demonbelthazor]

The scent of pizza was enough to lure Bel to the third floor. On his way back from Sex Ed, he walked through the third floor common room. "Hey, Conner," he said.

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"Bel, hey," Conner replied, looking up from his laptop and pointing to the stack of boxes. "Junk food?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Sure, thanks," Bel said, helping himself to a slice. "What are you looking at there?" He jerked his chin toward the laptop.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Pictures of soccer players," Conner said absently. "And cartoons about ninja rabbits. What's up with you?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Soccer players and ninja rabbits?" Bel repeated, amused. "Just got out of sex ed myself. Interesting class."

He may have been trying to hide the bright pink bag he had behind his back.

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"Not, you know, all at the same time," Conner amended, eyeing the bag. "Get anything useful this week?"

[demonbelthazor]

"We had to make a morning after kit," Bel said sheepishly. "So I threw things in I thought Phoebe and I could have fun with."

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"A morning after kit?" Conner laughed hard enough to make himself cough. Not that he was wondering what Anders had put in his or anything. "I can't decide if that's the best class ever or the scariest one."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel pulled the ticklewhip out of his bag. "Best. Class. Ever," he said.

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Conner just kind of stared. "Okay, yeah." Definitely wondering what Anders had in his kit, now.

[demonbelthazor]

"We had all sorts of stuff to choose from," Bel said. "Including handcuffs and syrups. I think I saw your boyfriend toss those in his bag."

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Conner's jaw kind of dropped.

"Really?"

He wasn't denying the boyfriend thing this time, though.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel nodded. "Yeah. Bet he'll show you tonight." He smirked.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Like you don't have plans for what you have in that pink bag either," Conner retorted.

[demonbelthazor]

"Never said I didn't," Bel said, grinning.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"That is so totally why you took that workshop, isn't it?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Figured it would be fun and easy," Bel said with a shrug. "And I didn't want my girlfriend taking the class without me. I'm a little possessive over-protective that way."

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"It sure sounds like fun," Conner said, helping himself to an extra-cheesy, ham-and-pineapple laden slice of pizza. "Is it easy, though?"