[ Mach 5 though she may be travelling, unfortunately for Olivia, Belial's shenanigans operate in their own plane of space and time.
How he's managed to do this in such a short amount of time is anyone's guess. (But at least her apartment won't be soaked in blood again.)
Instead, she'll come home to a wonderland of delicate soap scents, and bubbles floating peacefully around the interior of her home. All of the bubbles in existence apparently, as her entire apartment is flooded, and one, dark tuft of hair is visible among the sea, lounging by the laundry room without a care in the world. ]
[ She honestly cannot comprehend what she's looking at when she steps through the front door, expression immediately gone from fury to shock as a tide of foam gurgles happily past her ankles. A particularly bright and giant bubble pops itself against her forehead, effectively jolting her out of her surprise. ]
Whatβ?
[ She'd braced herself for a mess, but this... this is not as keikaku... ]
[ Anyway she doesn't need to see him to locate him from within the ephemeral obstacle course he's set out for her. She makes her way across the sudsy sea with a grimace, as if she were stepping through a gauntlet of brambles instead. ]
...Explain.
[ She waves away a buoyant barrier of soap between them, still too flabbergasted to be properly irate. ]
[ What is he reading anyway... one would assume a raunchy bodice ripper... ]
You got it started, didn't you?
[ Useless... She wipes at the control panel, ignoring the foam creeping up her arms. (Everything... in her apartment is soaked... She may as well just change places at this rate... In fact she probably will.)
Anyhow she manages to locate a POWER button, which brings the whirring and spinning and gurgling to a stop. A bit of excess water sloshes at her feet, and she opens the lid of the machine, reaching in to fish out the stupid jacket. ]
It's washed.
[ The sopping pile of fabric is the next thing that gets deposited on him. ]
[ He's reading a SCIENCE book. He might be over two thousand years old but he is apparently not too old to be assigned homework.
And the book is (thankfully) safe when Olivia deposits his blazer on him, the cold from the fabric seeping into his skin with a soft "ah". The smell of mysterious lavender is overpowering, even if being in this apartment should've dulled his senses to it by now, and he tucks the book under his arm before he stands, wringing his jacket right onto her floor. (It's a lost cause anyway.) ]
Well, it looks like you have a handle on things.
[ He's going to peace out and let Olivia enjoy her mess!! C: ]
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[ :X ]
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Then get out.
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How he's managed to do this in such a short amount of time is anyone's guess. (But at least her apartment won't be soaked in blood again.)
Instead, she'll come home to a wonderland of delicate soap scents, and bubbles floating peacefully around the interior of her home. All of the bubbles in existence apparently, as her entire apartment is flooded, and one, dark tuft of hair is visible among the sea, lounging by the laundry room without a care in the world. ]
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Whatβ?
[ She'd braced herself for a mess, but this... this is not as keikaku... ]
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...Explain.
[ She waves away a buoyant barrier of soap between them, still too flabbergasted to be properly irate. ]
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I'm sure you can put two and two together. I came to get my jacket, but found it filthy so...
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So you decided to launder my accommodation in its entirety?
[ She then drops the book right back on his chest to inspect the bubbling washing machine, expression only curdling further. ]
βHow do you stop it.
[ (Guess who doesn't actually know how to use modern technology either!!!) ]
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I'm not sure.
[ It's not really his problem... ]
Do you have a textbook on the subject?
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You got it started, didn't you?
[ Useless... She wipes at the control panel, ignoring the foam creeping up her arms. (Everything... in her apartment is soaked... She may as well just change places at this rate... In fact she probably will.)
Anyhow she manages to locate a POWER button, which brings the whirring and spinning and gurgling to a stop. A bit of excess water sloshes at her feet, and she opens the lid of the machine, reaching in to fish out the stupid jacket. ]
It's washed.
[ The sopping pile of fabric is the next thing that gets deposited on him. ]
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And the book is (thankfully) safe when Olivia deposits his blazer on him, the cold from the fabric seeping into his skin with a soft "ah". The smell of mysterious lavender is overpowering, even if being in this apartment should've dulled his senses to it by now, and he tucks the book under his arm before he stands, wringing his jacket right onto her floor. (It's a lost cause anyway.) ]
Well, it looks like you have a handle on things.
[ He's going to peace out and let Olivia enjoy her mess!! C: ]