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[ It all starts with a tumble to the ground. Well, the video feed does, at least. Not much else is tumblin' aside from the golden curls which cascade down Benten's shoulders, and maybe Liam's dignity. The camera provides a bottoms-up view of an (intimate) couple seated upon a plush chair: a brunette with a lap full of blond, all slender limbs, glossed lips, and wayward hands (what isn't Benten touching?). Mostly though, a pair of polished, carmine red heels hog the screen of the Forge.

Then, a laugh, sounding from low in Benten's throat, coarse and husky and sultry — ]

You'd think you'd never had a fling before with the way you're blushin', four-eyes. Right red in the face, you are.

[ A bit of sputtering follows those words. It takes a moment before Liam actually manages to say anything along the lines of coherent, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. ]

T-That t-type of thing h-hadn't been necessary b-before now. I... A-Anyone would react this way to this s-situation.

[ Stuttering? What a disgrace. Benten shifts atop Liam's lap, moving to straddle the poor man with mile-long legs and angled hips. This is almost too easy. ]

Anyone? Nah. I ain't buyin' that, sweetheart. I'm gonna ask you a question, and you're gonna answer it honestly, all right?

[ Benten pauses then, using a single, fine-boned finger to push those sloping glasses back up the bridge of Liam's nose, deliberately slow. ]

You're a bonafide v-i-r-g-i-n, aren't you?

[ Already this is too close and Liam doesn't know how to handle it. It could almost be heard through the Forge; that sound of his poor brain breaking with such a question ]

..W-What?!

[ It wouldn't hurt to say it. Liam doesn't know - or think - anyone would ever see this. So a moment lingers before his head shifts and it could be construed as a nod. ]

I h-hardly believe s-something such as that would even matter.

[ Another laugh, this time far more predatory — ]

'Course it does, and we're gonna fix it. Wouldn't want to make me regret schedulin' you as my first date, now would you?

[ No, no. Not at all. Benten shifts again, his stiletto heel knocking the Forge and sending it skidding across the floor. This is the part best left for the adults. ♥ ]

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[ Apparently, the screen of the Forge makes for a good cosmetic mirror. The star of the video feed primps their hair, working volume back into the blond mass of curls, bats their eyelashes, and inspects the thin line of a gash that graces the right side of their face with a careful brush of lacquered fingernails. Defined bone structure, full lips, slender hands—does the voice match up with the looks? You can bet your ass it does, but it'll be awhile before you're able to hear those smooth velvet tones. Benten here is intent upon taking his sweet time. Is he aware of the video recording? The sly beginnings of a smirk say yes.

Made you look. ♥ ]

This is pretty fuckin' funny, hmm? Usually, I'm the poor bastard who's busy twittering around, providing everyone else with the intel they'd like to get their grubby little hands on.

[ A beat. ]

Lucky for me, I've finally got myself a break—

Two questions: There a place to snag a pack of Marlboro Reds in 'A-na-to-le'?

[ Then, his expression catches somewhere between darkly amused and pissed to the extreme. ]

And has anyone seen the owner of this tacky-as-hell blazer? [ He holds the garment up for emphasis, the white fabric clearly stained with crusted-over-brown smatters of blood. His own blood. ] He's a big guy, walks and talks like he's a cop, always goes stompin' around where he ain't wanted, and has a nasty scar 'cross his left eye. I might have given it to him.

[ One very lethal pause. ]

And I might just need to finish the job.