Lets Kill Tonight

“Ah– About that, sorry I haven’t been. I guess I just caught a bad case of the sads…” If you could even call it that. But now, she supposed everything was a bit more different. “And what about you? I haven’t seen you around at all either.” She hummed, and quickly glanced around the area to spot a nearby Cafe. “..Let’s get out of this cold and go catch up, hm? I’ve been missing hanging out with you.”

“Oh yeah?” Figures it was something like that. People rarely disappeared off the radar unless they were having some emotional trouble-- at least here, where it wasn’t because of mafia-related issues. “I guess you could say it’s the same reason.” Glancing in the direction B-ko looked, he gave a nod. “Sure. I could go for some coffee right now anyway.”

“Bel?” She had noticed him wandering around in the winter weather from afar. It was hard to miss that fuwa fuwa hair anyway. –Ahem. Calling out to him, she wandered on over and with a little wave and a smile, greeted him happily.

“Oh? Look who it is~” Bel grinned as he turned around. Funny, he didn’t see much of her anymore, though they were so close before. It was good to see her again. “Where have you been hiding? You haven’t been around.”

“Belphegor, is it? The fickle genius following inspiration wherever it may go, gathering followers on his mountain top simply for being. Do you think Baal Peor joined the ranks of the Grand Princes for the toys or because there was opportunity in Hell? Or… Perhaps i’m running my mouth, you think? Orihara Izaya, at your service.”

“It could be both, don’t you think?” Bel crossed his arms, looking over the stranger. Not many people on the island had the guts to just walk over to him rambling like that, given his reputation. “I’d introduce myself, but it sounds like you already know who I am. So, if you’re here at my service, what service is that exactly?”

[She asked, trying to make him speak some more to see if he had any accent.]

“You could say that. Is there anything I need to see before I go back?”

“Do you need an umbrella?”

“I could use one, yeah. Are you offering?”

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” The blond stands up from his seat, sandwich falling from his hands, saved by a good catch and eaten in five seconds. He then proceeds to point at the stranger, running over to them and even jumping over a table standing in the way. “NO FUCKING WAY! I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE REAL!”

“You should know better than to yell at a prince. I didn’t give you permission to point.” The assassin responded with an irritated ‘tch’. Bel hadn’t pulled out his knives yet, but he certainly would if this guy kept yelling. “Obviously, I’m real. What are you talking about?”

Overly sexual ask prompts

He was definitely enjoying this, but Squalo couldn’t argue back because that was his mistake in accidentally leaving who knows how many laundry at Bel’s residence. Next time, better use a proper basket that wouldn’t break. Despite Squalo insulting him for wearing it, the baggy-ness looked pretty cute on the young prince.

Bel didn’t really care for the shirt and didn’t care much in the grand scheme of things if Squalo got it back. However, this senpai of his was usually the best to tease about things like this- or anything, really. It was only natural that he’d give the poor rain guardian a hard time about it.