Has your condition stabilized at all? [ Belial hadn't stuck around long once his own 'symptoms' started to manifest, but Lucilius can assume he hadn't disappeared for an entirely random bender. ]
[ Stabilized is a good way to put it. He no longer feels the intense hunger, though he doesn't feel normal either, normal still being his existence prior to arriving here. ]
[ Belial is so wrapped up in deceit (and illogical, and weird) that even after all these years, he's a tricky read. But it'd be faster to just check and risk looking a bit foolish than weighing a bunch of meaningless calculations on whether he's lying or not, so. He cracks open the front door slowly, waiting to see if there's a counterweight on the other side. ]
[ Of course Belial is on the other side of the door, standing there with an innocent smile that can, in no way, be trusted. He does have the books at least, though he doesn't hand them over. Lucilius would likely just snatch the texts and leave him to remain outside. ]
[ Of course. ] ...To hide your aura for something as idiotic as this.
[ It's his loss; he'd sorely underestimated Belial. Lucilius levels a dead-eyed stare his way before his gaze drops, predictably, to the books in his arms.
...There's no way to rip them away, and he does have other errands piling up. His expression sours into a tiny scowl before he turns on his heel, striding right back towards his room. In the end, he would've let Belial back anyway out of necessity—but that's not the point. ] Sometimes I wonder where you learned such foolishness.
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[ As though a fancy bangle could fix thousands of years of bad habits. ]
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If you go to the bedroom, I can remind you.
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[ But on that note. ]
Has your condition stabilized at all? [ Belial hadn't stuck around long once his own 'symptoms' started to manifest, but Lucilius can assume he hadn't disappeared for an entirely random bender. ]
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Worried about me?
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I'm all better, Faa-san.
That's why I don't have a pair of legs over my shoulders right now.
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[ Evidently, no amount of sex could cure him while the moon was in effect. ]
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I've never seen your urges get the better of you, Belial.
[ However much he enjoyed basking in vulgarity and hedonism, they were as much tools to him as anything else. ]
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[ As long as he's got a handle on it... ]
Are you bored of taking pictures of weeds, yet?
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I have a way of making anything interesting.
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Then perhaps I should leave you to it.
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[ Get ready for MORE PLANTS ]
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I didn't.
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He wants Lucilius to beg for pictures of him instead. ]
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I had thought you were well enough to return. But I see you're still touched by madness.
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I'll only observe more plants the longer I'm out here.
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Might I suggest spending your time more productively instead? Such as retrieving the texts I asked you to find days ago? [ "asked," told, whatever. ]
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I dropped those off already.
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Is that so?
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On your doorstep with a present.
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Told you, Faa-san.
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[ It's his loss; he'd sorely underestimated Belial. Lucilius levels a dead-eyed stare his way before his gaze drops, predictably, to the books in his arms.
...There's no way to rip them away, and he does have other errands piling up. His expression sours into a tiny scowl before he turns on his heel, striding right back towards his room. In the end, he would've let Belial back anyway out of necessity—but that's not the point. ] Sometimes I wonder where you learned such foolishness.
[ Surely it wasn't from him. ]
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