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[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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[mcpieceofshit]

(His bullshit aside, Bella looks beautiful. She's glowing against him, the beautiful smile that she offers him gracing her lips and he allows a small one to form on the sides of his lips. This changes very little - Mikage herself has had a similar position in his life that Bella is serving, and he happily ruined things for her at the end of the day.

They're a little similar, Mikage and Bella. Both of them made the mistake of wanting Izaya as he is, all warts and ugliness included in the package. Mikage stuck with him till his end, will Bella, he wonders? A big part of him knows he's never going home, if that's a possibility, something he heard in his information gathering - there's absolutely nothing for him now in the streets of Ikebukuro, and here? Here's much more interesting, to play God with Gods. It means that, as long as she doesn't leave Hell too, they're together until he chases her away.

It's protocol.

He can quietly enjoy it for now, curse himself for not being able to separate himself and dissociate his mind from individuality later. It's fine, it's fine. It'll change nothing.

A quick look around, though, and he laughs an amused chuckle, eyes goggled as he regards all the vines and flowers that made his room a home. Is this going to be every time or...?)

I guess I have a clear sign when you enjoy it, hm?

[whichiest]

Hm?

[She's so used to these sorts of things happening that it almost escaped her notice. But his chest bounces when he laughs, and she follows his eyes, putting a hand over her face in embarrassment.]

Oh. Oh, dear, I did it again, didn't I?

[And it was certainly an explosive amount of plants, this time.]

I'm sorry...I really will clean it up...

[mcpieceofshit]

Worry about that later.

(He'll clean it, no worries there. It even gives the room a more vibrant look, doesn't it? Perhaps he won't clean it at all.

Izaya's got a feeling that this is what his office is going to end up looking more often than not.)

Don't be sorry. It only happened because you had fun, wasn't it?

[whichiest]

[She can't help but giggle, burying her face in his chest for a bashful second before looking up again. It's just him, she reminds herself, so there's no need to be shy, really.]

I did, yes. But...I don't know, fun isn't the word I think I'd use. I just mean, it isn't the one that comes to mind.

[In any case, she's settled in now, their heartbeats stacked together, and she has no plans on moving anytime soon.]

[mcpieceofshit]

(A hand rests on her waist, where he's caressing with the very tips of his fingers before they accidentally find the curve of her breast. It's a gentle, innocent touch to follow it before it runs down to her hip, delicately and soft. Almost, just almost like he cares.

ALMOST.

Of course it wouldn't be a word she'd use, but at least she can admit it belatedly.)

Want to wait here for a while and see if the showers are empty?

[whichiest]

[Even now, each little touch he graces her with sends new shivers of joy dancing over her skin.]

Mm...I can go with you. I don't mind.

[She doesn't want to be anywhere without him, even for a moment. Belladonna plants a kiss on his collarbone.]

[mcpieceofshit]

(Works for him! Izaya presses a kiss to her forehead before warning with his body language that he is going to sit up, but not before sending his hand down her back as a last caress before he does so.

... Boxers, where are his boxers? Damn, he's very naked.)