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Hrm. TV Shows! My favorites... Charmed. Bones. Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Gin's favorite TV shows? House, Grey's Anatomy, and Scrubs. *Stares intently at all the cartoon channels*
:0 What Penguin said! No rush.
Hrm. Shall have a CS sheet up at some point later today.
Bel should have payed more attention to his surroundings, but it all felt so dulled out now that he had calmed down and his heart was no longer beating so rapidly. He didn't even notice that the angel had pulled him over to the ledge. The kiss Harp had placed upon his hand felt like a small inferno, it was all he could focus on... at least for a few moments before the angel gave one last tug! And over the ledge they went. No scream or panicked noises escaped him as they started to a fall downwards.

Bel spent a deal of time on rooftops. He liked to watch the sun rise and set. He liked it more though when it was dark and rainy. It was only natural though that he had jumped from them from time to time, a fall like this was fatal to humans. But he wasn't human, nor was Harp. But did the cupid have something else in mind? He had been talking about black wings before... but the demons mind was still in quite the haze... all he could think about was Harp smashing into the ground. Which was not a very pleasant thought currently, though it might have once been. He didn't even have the time to think about any humans that might spot them like this, either.

Though instead of flipping his lid like he so wished, he sucks in a sharp breath and holds on tightly to Harp. "Do you have a plan, or did you just throw us off the roof for fun?" He mutters out, obviously having a backup plan... just in case.
I am drained today, but I wanted to get something up. @_@;
After having fallen, Zee just kind of laid there on the grass in silence for a short while. Not totally defeated, but not winning either. Her world was still sort of spinning on its axis and everything was still rather blurry. Though the blurriness could have been from her tears a few moments ago, she honestly was not sure. Though she had herd the Alakazam's words, her attention was quickly drawn elsewhere... to someone much louder and throwing around threats. With a groan, she forces herself back to her feet, lightly dusting herself off before picking back up her boneclub and carefully hobbling over towards the Honedge attempting to drag himself across the ground.

She might have thought it was a bit funny to see such a sight, but in fact, she felt a bit bad for them. Being unable to move well aside from that sash-like arm... She glanced towards her boneclub for a moment, sucking in a sharp breath before finally speaking as she grew closer... eventually coming to just slowly move a short distance beside it. "Excuse me. Can you not be so loud? Do you need help? Not very threatening while trying to drag yourself like that, you know."

She should have been angry and freaking out. Possibly screaming and crying more. But now that she had already cried a tiny bit... it seemed pointless to worry. No, she couldn't remember anything past her own name, but in an odd sense, this just felt right. It crossed her mind that she might have been sounding slightly rude, but with how he was talking, she honestly did not think it would be that big of a problem. "I could help, you know... maybe carry you over there or something."
"Want to fly that badly, hrm?" Bel mutters, shaking his head a bit. Though something else popped into his head as he spoke. "What was your mission, exactly? From the looks of it you were getting really close to it. What happened exactly?"

With a tilt of his head, the hood follows in an easy motion, a few loose strands of hair falling into his face. He really did not seem to mind though, focusing upon Harp rather expectantly waiting for an answer. He couldn't quite remember what had happened then. Only that his heart was beating to rapidly and so loudly he couldn't hear anything else... At least until he suddenly snapped back awake. He didn't like having to ask Harp questions at the moment. The angel could easily lie to him and he wouldn't even be able to tell the difference.
Bel was quiet as they reached the rooftop. He seemed to be quite content with the chilled breeze that rolled off of him like it was nothing. The view of the city was as stunning as always, he felt it was a pity the sun would not be setting for a while yet! His blue eyed gaze was caught by a bird as it flew past them, a rather large raven. It had what appeared to be a pair of broken sunglasses in its beak. Suddenly a soft snort would escape him as he lifts a free hands to tug his hood back up over his head, turning his attention towards where Harp was pointing.

"Its a movie advertisement." He states, now smiling faintly. "You have not been to the human world much, have you? We should go see it later, there were some really good reviews on it in the newspaper." Bel found... he was quite comfortable with this. What 'this' was? Bel himself was not quite sure. Maybe it was just being around Harp that he liked now because of the magic. The company was nice though, he would admit. He never usually wanted to go see human movies. He only got hair dye because he really disliked his hair.

Suddenly Bel's stomach would let out a low rumble of hunger, the demon just shakes his head, a bit of a blush coming upon his cheeks. He slowly sucks in a sharp breath, exhaling with a bit of a laugh. "Harp, Harp... What do you plan to do now that you've got me?"
Bel gives the angels hand a light grip, seeming to not mind in the slightest as he was pulled along. He really liked how Harp had twisted his fingers in his hair... how he spoke though, did he like the black hair that now coated his head? Bel lightly shakes his head though, a faint smile now upon his lips.

"I've never been very fond of this hair color, but every time I use power, it changes back on its own." Bel mutters. He was not going to bother mentioning how good he had been doing the past week, how only today his hair had actually changed back in color. It really made him realize how much power he had released in those few moments. Too much of it, that was for sure. He didn't even realize his skin had started to crack until it had all started to close. By now the red marks would have already faded, not even a trace that there had been horrid gashes carved in his skin to show the truth beneath.

"Do... you like this hair?" He asks simply, head tilted slightly as they go up the stairs. It had yet to dawn on him that they should have been going downwards. Unless there was something on the higher floors he was forgetting about. The roof, maybe?
"Outside..." Bel rumbles softly, quickly releasing Harp from his grasp and pushing himself to his feet, offering a hand to the angel. He hadn't noticed, but he already knew his hair was now completely black in color, even his eyebrows. He was never fond of the color though... he'd have to dye it all over again. One human thing he was quite thankful for, at least.

"Can... we go get some hair dye...?" He asks this, lowering his head somewhat. He even had his shoulders slouched, making himself appear smaller and less threatening. He had scared Harp, that much he knew. Because, despite what the cupid said, Bel knew better. It was just the effects of the magic that was messing so badly with his judgement. No one liked a demon. Not most humans that knew of them. Not angels. Sometimes not even demons themselves. He sucks in a sharp breath. "I need... to fix my hair."
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