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Like a venus fly trap [Bell]
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Dec 10, 2020 19:03:30 GMT
Oh, Dio could try. And certainly, there are times when Bell's outward, deceitful approaches bit her in the ass in the end, but on average, it worked for the Floramon. Seeing the Impmon squirm in his seat was enough to bring a smirk to the edge of Bell's lips, savoring that little joy of getting right under his skin.
With their simple order given to the waiters, Bell returned her attention to the conversation at hand. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with self-respect at all. But I tend to find that the ones that pat themselves on the back are the ones that don't have anyone else to do it for them... mmm, I'd say I'm being mean, but that's not the case for you if you have your 'flower'." She let that audible thought slip by, as Dio asked for Bell's opinion directly.
What was the actual issue? From the Floramon's time hunkering down in Carlos' apartment with her two 'brothers', Bell could point it out from a mile away.
"You're impatient."
Two simple words - though, they required a good bit of explanation. "Anytime something happens or anytime someone says something that twirks your chain in even the slightest bit, you feel you have to remark on it, comment on it, or act on it. By doing so, you're only responding to the surface of any issue at hand. And honestly, that's a shame - you're pretty smart, from what I've seen, but that rarely gets to come to the surface."
"You act on a minimal amount of information, and then once you do, you're too prideful to back away from your position. Now - ah, please give me one sec, doll." Bell gave a wink, and quickly moved off of her seat, across the diner floor, towards the bathrooms. If Dio looked on, she'd see the Floramon reach into her arm, pull out a small bag, and drop it right into the side of a potted plant before she stepped out. Barely five seconds later, a Harpymon would step up, and scoop that bag right up, before moving to get back to his table.
Without even making eye contact, his wing would subtly press to the edge of the table, and slide an envelope in Dio's direction.
Ah, right - maybe Bell informed her 'seller' that she had an accomplice?
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Post by Carlos Rey on Dec 15, 2020 19:57:01 GMT
"You? Mean? Perish the thought." He said, rolling his eyes once again, partially as a genuine attempt at having some fun at her expense, partially trying to avoid the subject of Bloom to some extent. Yes, it was somewhat counterproducive considering what he expected to get out of this "date" to begin with, but there was always a hint of concern whenever the words "your Flower" came out of Bell's lips. As if that was some information she could (and probably would) use to take advantage of them in the future.
As for the patience issue...well there wasn't much he could complain about with her blunt answer. After all he had asked for her to be honest and, much to his ever increasing list of annoyances, she had more than a single valid argument. Like she had pointed out before, Dio was very much "act first, think later" type of mon, and he was all too aware of it, but having someone bring it up this bluntly certainly helped put it in perspective.
Before she could really say anything else however she'd get up without much of a word and head for the bathroom. He glanced back as she walked away, only to meet up with a harpymon and seemingly hand out something to them, before the digimon passed by their table and left an envelope next to Dio. He gave it a confused look, before looking back at the Harpymon as he sat on a different table, seemingly not acknowledging his quizzical look. It seemed like he was officially an accomplice now.
"Just like that, huh?" He thought to himself, grabbing the envelope and placing it behind his scarf, trying to beat the urge to look inside it as he waited for the plant to come back.
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Dec 16, 2020 21:49:55 GMT
Now, was mentioning Dio's impatience an actual bit of advice - or was it something that Bell brought up at the last moment, to make sure that Dio was actually patient for the hand-off?
Suffice to say, Bell wasn't going to say either way. As the Impmon quickly put the envelope out of sight, he solved the issue of anyone looking on for such an article, or even anything strange to begin with. It was entirely possible that there were plain-clothes 'officers' or the like here - though honestly, with how Bell set everything up, the odds of that were drastically low. So long as Dio kept his nose down and didn't try to mess with anything, everything would play out exactly the way she needed it to.
A few minutes later, Bell found her way back to the table, carefully skirting around the legs of much taller Digimon to make her way back to the chair. "Ugh, everything in Terminus is sized for humans..." Bell groaned to herself, 'climbing' back into her booth, moving to stretch her arms out a moment later. "Anything happen while I was gone?"
It was just a casual question to ask - maybe onlookers were thinking she was talking about the waiter coming by, or something - but there was a leading tone to her voice, clearly asking about the paper hidden behind Dio's scarf. And she hid that question away with her next remark: "Really, we need to do this more often. I haven't had this much fun in a long time."
That part? It actually sounded earnest. But, Bell's idea of fun and entertainment were probably far away from what Dio was getting out of this.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jan 16, 2021 4:17:28 GMT
Truth be told, Dio's actions were less out of patience and more out of a simple desire of laying as low as possible. Even someone as ocassionally dense as he was knew screwing up now would ruin everything, so the best course of action was simply to wait and see how things turned out before acting. Was he thinking on some level of Bell's earlier advice? Certainly, but he wasn't really acting on it, at least not consciously.
"Oh, nothing much really." He nonchalantly replied as he looked at the returning plant while tugging slightly at his scarf just enough so that she could see the envelope hidden inside it. To anyone else it would hopefully merely look as him readjusting it.
That being said he'd give her a slight eyeroll and a somewhat annoyed huff at her next remark. Of course she would be having fun, either out of a twisted thrill seeking desire or simply because she enjoyed seeing the imp so out of his element. Perhaps even a bit of both. "Well, I've certainly had worse outings than this one. No stabbings or the like, so it could be worse. I guess I can humour you again, as long as things don't escalate much further than this." He shrugged, replying somewhat half heartedly, as if suspecting he probably didn't really have a say in the matter. Truth be told though, he hadn't completely loathed the entire experience, which was already more than what he expected out of anything related to the floramon. "What would that even entail anyway? Another dinner? Was that the fun part?"
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Jan 17, 2021 18:00:17 GMT
It seemed to have gone off without a hitch.
Seeing that envelope behind Dio's scarf, the Floramon returned a small smirk and a nod, before quickly rolling back into the conversation. Just as the Impmon would be tying that scarf back up, Bell would give a smile and a nod towards the aisle: "Well, looks like I got back just in time." And with that, the waitress would show up again, a smile on her face as she set down the two 'soup and salads' down in front of them, the waitress topping off their drinks before she stepped off.
"Mm... sounds like there's a story behind that. Well, maybe for another time." Not wanting to pick too much into what was probably a huge personal story, Bell took to her meal, the rest of the conversation playing out rather casually. The risky part was already behind them, after all - so as the Impmon gave his question, the plant gave a small shrug.
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I'm fronting the bill for this. Well, unless you want to be a gentleman and pick up the tab for your date." She jested, waving that idea off. "Relax. I have no plans on getting you - nor your tamer or brother - intimately involved in any of this. At most, it'll be stuff like this, watching doors and keeping an eye out... you know, another set of 'eyes'. Besides."
She gave a dark grin. "The less you know, the less dirt you have on me. And it doesn't hurt that you're a cute-enough Digimon near my size."
... Well, call that a sideways compliment.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Feb 13, 2021 4:45:50 GMT
"Three or four stories really, though they kinda blend together a bit." He replied rather nonchalantly, though still clearly not really wanting to get into any details as of now. Not for any deep, personal reasons (mostly), but simply because even to him talking about work related injuries and attempted murders didn't seem like a suitable lunch subject. Maybe something to save for dessert though.
"No such luck princess." He chuckled, shaking his head. He had already played along plenty with her for a job, the least she could do was actually pay for their food. "But I suppose I can at least take care of the tip." He wasn't that much of a cheapskate, after all.
Despite the rather casual air their conversation had suddenly gotten, he still found it necesary to give her a slight glare as she promised (somewhat unconvincingly for his taste) that she had no plans in involving any of the three of them too deeply into her little world outside more lookout jobs and the like. While slightly conforting, he wasn't completely sure she'd keep her word, but didn't have enough evidence to call her out on the possible lie either, so it would have to do for now.
"You better." He tersely said, but didn't really get much farther than that, perhaps because he wasn't too sure what he'd do about her if that were to happen. If anything.
That said, one would think by now the Dark Lord would have begun to develop some sort of a thicker hide when it came to those vaguely teasing comments, but try as it might there was little he could do about it, and this time was no different. Every single time he was caught by surprise, and every single time his mind drew a blank trying to offer some sort of rebuttal, or hell, even trying to decipher it before shutting off.
Hell, what was she even implying with "near her size"?
"Hmph, I-I do suppose we're about the same size?" He finally managed to stammer. "Truth be told, maybe if you changed your personality a bit you too would be a lot more attra..." He stopped himself suddenly, finally looking back at her as his flustered look gave way to far more annoyed (yet still flustered) one. "...you're just appealing to my ego again, aren't you?"
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Feb 15, 2021 18:03:56 GMT
"Well, look at you. Almost being a gentleman, sweetie-pie."
Bell rolled that comment about the tip right into the next tease. Even as the conversation took a more casual tone, Dio would find that it was next-to-impossible to put Bell on the back foot, the con-mon able to spin the conversation back in her direction and even get a bit into Dio's head. There was one point she was earnest about, though, even if Dio didn't think the plant's words were trustworthy.
"Mhm. You know the phrase 'too many cooks in the kitchen', hun?" Bell gave a twirl of one of her petals. "Same deal here. Your brother is a darling, to be sure, but he lacks the subtlety for these sorts of meetings. And even if your tamer was the next James Bond, the simple fact that he's human already draws too much attention."
Perhaps that would give Dio some peace of mind. Relying on Bell's 'good nature' obviously wasn't enough to satisfy the Impmon, but to hear that the supposed situation wasn't in Bell's favor to begin with might show him that the Floramon was being truthful in her statement.
As for that last comment?
Oh, Bell couldn't help but chuckle. "Personality has nothing to do with it love. You clearly already have a thing for my type, so..." Bell teased. She rested an elbow right on the table, chin resting on her 'palm', as she looked right into Dio's eyes, giving a small smile and even a wink to accent the moment.
"... I'd say stroking your ego's just a bit 'extra'."
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