Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sat on the couch in the common room, idly making a list. Carriage. Horse. Flowers. Dinner reservations. Jewelry.

Now where was he going to find a pair of glass shoes?


[Open, of course.]

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[demonbelthazor]

"Something black and corset-y," Bel said, making an hourglass motion with his hands.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Okay, please don't tell me you've actually been thinking about this." Anders wouldn't have been disturbed except for the hourglass motion, really.

[demonbelthazor]

"Well, you put on the quite the show before," Bel said innocently.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Whose fault was that, again?" asked Anders.

[demonbelthazor]

"That would be yours," Bel said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Right."

Foiled again, dammit.