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[iknifeyou]

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

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[loudassassin]

It's well into the evening when one of the underlings hesitantly approach her. The man gulps and delivers her a letter with shaking fingers, bolting before he can get a knife between the ribs.

The note reads, in Squalo's messy handwriting "Come to the room."

There's a second envelope waiting for her in the room should she comply, with simple instructions to strip and lay on her stomach. Squalo himself wouldn't be in there for about another ten or so minutes. Maybe slightly longer.

[iknifeyou]

Belle huffs when the man evades her knife, and does so again when she reads the note. She shouldn't, just to piss him off, but... She's curious.

It's that curiosity which makes her follow the instructions in the envelope, as well. And if curiosity killed the cat, the satisfaction had better damned well bring it back, or she'll castrate him for avoiding her all day.

[loudassassin]

A few minutes later, Squalo enters the room, with a towel and bowel of coconut oil tucked under his arm. He snorts out a chuckle when he notices Belle actually complied, and sets the items on the nightstand. "Vooi! And here I thought I'd have to drag you out of the library."

Might as well get to work, though. Squalo peels off his gloves and rolls up his sleeves.

[iknifeyou]

Belle grumbles a random excuse under her breath, and peeks at him from over her shoulder.

"What's that stuff for?"