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(A job is a job, and returning his books from the library and bringing him more binge-reading lore about their time in Hell is only an excuse. It's not like Masaomi is coming near him in a more normal situation, and he has a few strings to pull as it is. His gaze lifts from the words on the page when he hears the knocking, and there's only Izaya in his room as of now. It's one of the only times he can be found within those walls, when they're devoid of another living soul or when he's laying down to sleep.

Izaya opens the door with his usual chilling smile, tapping on a chair so that Masaomi can seat and they can have a nice cup of tea together like the great pair they are.)

So? Any problems locating the books?

I need to talk to you.

[Masaomi is too young, she would generally feel, to be someone that she runs to for help with the sort of situation that she's in. She is, of course, far from in her right mind, in over her own head as it is, and, well...he's already involved, in a sense. He was working for Izaya before they all came to Hell, after all.

So, maybe he'll have something he can do, or say.

She has no idea what to expect. Belladonna's bloody fingers struggle with her phone, but eventually she reaches him, and it's about as soon as she hears another person's voice that whatever semblance of calm she's been able to maintain since Izaya's death completely shatters. It's outside the bubble of their marriage suite, now.

Poor Masaomi gets little more than a thick-voiced attempt at saying his name before all he hears is an uncontrollable burst of sobbing. It's easy to tell that these tears aren't happy, and beyond that they're far more frantic than even sad.

Sounding almost like a child, she finally manages a small:]

I don't know what to do.

(Aoba is at Club Penance, in hopes to catch a sight alike the one he had when he first came. They were beautiful to stare at, and quite frankly, it's been lonely. Hell's taken him from the best time of his life, considering he had gotten kissed by a pair of incestuous twins and well. That is any sixteen year old's fantasy, isn't it?

He just wasn't expecting to suddenly have a vibrator up his ass. Thankfully, it's not a big one, a little bullet that's tucked right under his prostate, but considering the fact that he's never had anything up there before, Aoba just thinks there's some discomfort in the area - he feels too good to worry, though. There's just something about this place that makes him happy, and he can't quite put a finger on what it may be. Perhaps the titties? Ah, but they're covered up this time around.

Aoba will order a non-alcoholic caramel apple martini, and he happily sips until his eyes fall upon the blonde hair he's been avoiding. What is that remote in his hands for...?)

Why are you here?

@ izaya's room

@orihara

@belladonna, audio

cw underage sexual stuff