PENANCE IC INBOX

[whichiest]

Hello, this is Belladonna! I'm sorry to have missed you on such a lovely day. Please leave a message, and I'll return your call as soon as I can.

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somewhere around the castle

[mcpieceofshit]

(Look at him, with the back of his head on her thighs, resting and typing on his phone. Their rooms are just not the place to be, Izaya much prefers privacy while he's working and this is the best possible place, and that's what most of his attention is centered on. He looks at his notebook, types something that certainly looks Russian, but happens to be gibberish, and then finally, he sighs.

He's bored. At least he's done with transcribing and codifying his notes, so he jumps off the lap with a smile on his lips when he takes off a bottle of kerosene from the inner pockets of his fur-lined jacket, pours it over the paper and...

Hands her a lighter.)

Time to get rid of the evidence! Would the lady do the honors?

[whichiest]

[What Izaya calls boring Belladonna calls peaceful. She's having a pleasant time just providing him a space to rest his head while he works, one hand always seeming to be on his shoulder or in his hair, her good mood evident by the vines that have started to sprout seemingly from nowhere in her hair.

When he jumps up--so suddenly, as it always seems, her eyes light up, holding the lighter to her heart for a few seconds before she eagerly flips the top open.]

Thank you so much, I'd love to!

[mcpieceofshit]

(Bella is much more entertaining than Namie. She'd just hmph and go do some boring-ass task, reminding him that this is probably a waste of fuel, or fire is gonna catch where he doesn't want it and dear Lord, how Namie was just annoying.

Well. She was the closest he had to normal human interaction, even if they completely disgusted and despised one another.

Bella 10/10, would hire again.)

Go ahead! Let's watch it all become trash!