Belle's grumpy, and maybe a little disappointed. Sure, he's on a mission, but that was no reason to forget that it's her birthday too, damnit. Most of the day has already gone by when she burrows into a corner of the library that isn't often used, hidden between two rows of bookshelves.

She hadn't even seen Squalo at all today, either. This was ( Read more... )

Belle's boots thudded against the floor of the hall in impatient footsteps, as she headed for Squalo's room. What could have been easily mistaken for a sprint was merely... fast walking. Of course. Why would she be running for the shark's room with a smirk plastered across her face?

Sprint-walking aside, she was even polite enough to knock on the

Belle traipsed right on into Squalo's room, looking for entertainment. This is normal. The fucking weird part was the gauzy dress currently parked on his bed. That had better not be for her. If it was, she'd have to survive without his sex and kill the bastard for sure.

Carefully backing out of the room anyway, she was a bit too flabbergasted to ( Read more... )

HOW'S MY DRIVING?

Sorry for not having one for so long, it just hadn't occurred to me that I hadn't made one. Feel free to crit, yell at me, whatever. As long as it's at least a tiny bit constructive, I'll try and take it.