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Construction: Tuesday August 14th, all day

Xander? Bitchily grim as he walks around pointing out various pieces of Very Loud Equipment?

"So yeah, today's job? Test all the equipment. Power drills, saws, cement mixers. Gotta make sure the stuff is still running when we send it all back." It may not make enough noise to bother Umbridge or even get her notice, but every little bit helps, right? Plus if anybody's trying something else, every distraction helps.

He's almost pissed-off enough to forget to tell them to put on proper safety gear while doing it.

[OOC: Open!]

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"Yeah." Anders exhaled slowly, and very notably didn't let go of Bel. "I should check on him tonight, I think. I haven't seen much of him all summer, and today I think I really should."

Bel nodded. "He okay now?" he asked, resting one hand on Anders's leg. "We can have Phoebe hit the Book of Shadows if we need to despell him."

"Physically, yeah, 's what Xander said." Anders shifted a little bit closer and made a tiny, contented sound, turning to nuzzle at Bel's hair. "He's probably more than a little bit pissed, which . . . anybody making Bridge mad is a frakking crime."

Bel slipped his other hand to the back of Anders's neck, rubbing and playing with his hair. "And I've been hearing other stuff on the radio," he said. "I dunno, I'm not so sure she's human. She seems like a demon to me."

Anders responded by running his fingertips up and down Bel's arm, absently. "I have zero reason to think she's not evil, that's for damn sure. I mean, there's no way in hell she's sane, but I don't think that gets her off the hook."

"There must be a nice sanitarium around here somewhere," Bel mused. "We could just lock her up there in a padded room."

"Not nearly as satisfying," Anders said regretfully, "but less likely to get us in trouble."

"What the school board doesn't know can't hurt us," Bel said. "Hell, Zoe'll probably give us a medal."

"I think I have to agree with that idea. You are such a bad influence on me," Anders murmured, nuzzling at Bel's hair again.

"And you complain about it so endlessly," Bel chuckled, trailing his fingers up Anders's leg.

"I just have to pretend like I have a problem with it, that's all," Anders told him blithely. "Even though I really don't, and anybody who seriously thinks you're a bad influence on me can go frak themselves."

"I've corrupted you with smoking and threesomes," Bel pointed out. He smirked a little. "You were such an innocent until I came along."

"And I hope you're proud of yourself for it." Anders snorted with amusement. "I wasn't completely innocent, you know. Not to say you haven't left your mark on me, because you definitely have, but don't take all the credit."

"Just most of it," Bel said smugly.

Anders pretended to consider this. "Oh, all right, I'll give you that. If it makes you happy."

"I don't know," Bel grinned. "Should I be proud or embarrassed?"

"If you were gonna be embarrassed by me, we might have to have words," Anders informed him, emphasizing the statement with a light poke in the side.

Bel squirmed at the poking. Ticklish demon here!

Anders figured tackling him and kissing him sounded like a good idea right about now, and a nice way to pass some time.

So he did.

And Bel had no problem with this public display of affection. He hoped Umbridge saw and had a heart attack.

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