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I can't recall meeting anyone named Henry, no...but of course, I'd be happy to introduce myself!

[And really, who can resist Belladonna's unassuming offerings of friendship? She's such a delicate little heathen.]

Oh, I wouldn't tell anyone at all! That sounds absolutely wonderful! What an excellent resource!

(His thought exactly - it does him good to have a girl such as her on his team. Very carefully, he flips them over so he can find himself on top, delicately brushing some hair off her cheek.)

Glad that you're as hyped as I am! We still have to see how that goes, but either way - he's a good pawn to have.

Well, of course I am!

[From their new position, she smiles up at him, shimmering as ever, leaning into the trailing of his fingers, her own hands coming up to loop around his neck.]

I can't wait to see the extent of the chaos you can cause.

(What is he, to be able to spend an entire day in bed? Someone who temporarily can afford it. For now, it puts a bandaid in the crater that is his heart, soothes the loneliness quite a bit, and it pushes him into getting each time more confused.

Well. He's got a chance to make her angry, doesn't he? She likes Masaomi. With his lips touching her neck, pressing kisses until he finds her collarbone, he looks back at her with that twisted smile she doesn't seem to get over.)

I guess neither of us have told you then. What happened in Ikebukuro, with the gang wars.

(Otherwise, she'd know how far he's willing to go.)

[Ahh, that smile. Whenever he gives it, her heart beats faster. He's so, so beautiful. she runs a hand through his hair.]

I don't believe so...will you tell me?

[She just adores his stories.]

Ah, where to begin? Would you believe if I told you Kida-kun is the leader of one of Tokyo's color gangs? Gangs were like that, then. Wearing a color to distinguish themselves from one another.

(It's his turn to use his elbow to prompt himself up in order to see her a little better.)

You've heard us talk about Saki-chan before. I asked her to like him, be with him. Like a cute love story, isn't it? Well. The Yellow Scarves and the Blue Squares were rivals, always beating each other up - and Saki? Saki told him to come see. Where do you think this story is going, Bella-chan?

[A cute love story? Well...she's not really sure. Can you just ask somebody to like somebody else? Not that Belladonna should really talk, the choices she's made romantically, current party included. Nonetheless, she brushes her fingers across his cheek, considering the scenario he's laying out for her.]

Well, I suppose...she must've brought him to see something frightening?

(He sure can. It's simple - Izaya has such a power on vulnerable girls, look at Bella herself. He's sure she'd do anything he'd ask at this point.)

Mhm, not exactly. That was my job. When the Blue Squares began to pose a serious threat and started a gang war, Masaomi was forced to rely on me. I've given him information on their whereabouts, how to beat them, and Masaomi started to trust me unconditionally. Of course, I was playing both sides the entire time.

(A nibble on her fair skin, just to hear a giggle. It'd go nicely as punctuation to his words.)

Except, well. I told Saki that if she got herself kidnapped, it'd end the war. Masaomi would understand the weight of what it means to be a part of this world, and he'd disband the Yellow Scarves. So I arranged that - ah, she ended up with two broken legs and in a coma, and Masaomi? Masaomi called me and I didn't pick up, so he froze on the way to rescue her. He was just a kid, after all. Ah, I also told her to pretend to not be able walk for a while, so he had guilt on his shoulders for a little longer.

That's one of the few reasons Masaomi hates me.

[It's all a much more specific scenario than she was expecting. Still, she watches him speak with a riveted expression as he continues, giving him all the little noises and reactions as he plays her body like a mastered instrument.

For the most part, she seems more excited than concerned about the story...at least until the bit about the broken legs. She frowns, seeming to replay the words in her head, thinking.]

Why didn't you pick up when he called?

[The rest is still processing.]

Why should I have?

(A more interesting question than straight-up providing an answer. His reddish eyes watch her expression, see the frown, and await to see what other reaction that may arise. Slap or kiss? Slap or kiss!!)

Well, there's certainly no particular reason you should or shouldn't have.

[Because it's just a phone call, right?]

But since you'd set up such a situation, I'm wondering what your motivation was, at the time. Didn't you want to hear his reaction? Or were you more interested in how he would handle it alone? It just seems so strange, to me, to ignore it.

I saw him not too long after that. He had the information on where she was and what he had to do, my job there was done, you see?

(And a myriad of other reasons. If he picked up, he'd probably ruin the authenticity of Masaomi's behavior. He wanted to see him wallowing in guilt, trapped in his hand and unable to turn a blind eye to the situation. Why should he have helped? The list goes on.)

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