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The witch listened carefully enough, intrigued by the premise and also a little saddened as it reminded her of a friend she once had... Belladonna couldn't be sure if Junko still wanted to remain friends after her disappearance, but she sincerely hoped so. Guess she would just have to find out...
Regardless, Belladonna waited until Mort was safely inside before she rose the broom up in the air a little.
"It'd be best to stand back." She called down as she swung one leg over the handle before she dropped to holding it above her head. She used her momentum to swing through the window, completely by-passing the use of the window ledge and instead just flourish through with a bellow of "Incoming!!".
Upon landing, the witch couldn't find her feet and stumbled forward a few paces with a small squeak.
Even if she fell flat on her face every so often, life was too short not to do things extravagantly. Taking off and landing, included.

Once steadied the witch deposited her broom back in closet and looked about the room.
"Binx? You in here?" She called, but before he answered she looked up to find him perched on the very top of the bookshelf. "What are you doing up there silly kitty?" Her hands reached up for him and he pounced down into her arms, using her bust as a landing pad. Strangely enough, Belladonna seemed used to this and even stuck it out a bit for him before she curled her arms around him.
"Your princess sure does yip a lot." The cat said with a few quick flicks of the tail.
"She is a foxfire." Belladonna pointed out before she added. "We're going to watch a movie!"
The cat rolled his eyes, gave her one very quick peck on the cheek and vanished out the window in a black blur.

Free of the menacing cat, Belladonna padded over to Mort and gave Lanna a good pet.
"Skario Kart?! Oh my Hecate, I LOVE Skario Kart! Well, I used to. I haven't played in forever. Hemlock was obsessed with the game and we used to play together. I love Princess Rotten-Peach. She's so cute!"
Now that they were landed and safe on flat floors, the witch couldn't help slide a little closer to the boil in attempts to reclaim the closeness they had shared but not been able to enjoy just a few minutes ago.

The witch gave a happy nod with a big smile, but couldn't find much to say. She might have to take a little rest during the movie... Or maybe just sitting around watching for a while would help her get over her mid-afternoon nap feeling. So with efficiency (and a few flourishes) the witch set up the SkeV, movie player and started the movie. While the opening credits were rolling, she fluffed the pillows on her bed and made them a nice little area in which to lounge. Belladonna waited for Mort to get comfy before she promptly used him as a pillow and snuggled herself into his chest, Lanna cuddled between their collective laps.

"You're so cold..." The witch mumbled happily against him as she snuggled closer. But before she let herself drift off, she sat up and looked at him. "If I'm bothering you with all this... Just, um, let me know... But... I hope I'm not." Another pause while she bit her bottom lip. She thought about it for another moment before she leaned in and gave him a small kiss.

The witch waved a dismissive hand to both the blanket comment and the movie comment. She needed neither a blanket nor a movie. She was perfectly content.
"If I fall asleep, just, I dunno... Ignore me or something. I don't snore or anything. Binx told me so."
Of course she slept with her cat. He slept right by her, every night. Most of the time he just shared the pillow, but on bad nights, on nights when Belladonna had nightmares or she just couldn't get to sleep, he would curl up in her arms. But of course, she kept all that to herself. Even cats had a reputation to uphold.

As for the kissing, the witch screwed her lips up into a side-pout and gave a small, curt nod.
"Alright. Well... Please do. I don't want to bother or inconvenience or push you or anything..." A small pause. "But I hope they don't. I rather like them." A hint of a smile played out for a moment before she yawned and snuggled back down onto him. "I've watched this one before, so you enjoy it... I might not nap at all! Just let me... Rest my eyes, that's all..."
Unfortunately for Belladonna's need to be a good host, she quickly drifted off, lulled by the chill from the boil. It was strangely comforting and she would probably fuss over how quickly she fell asleep afterwards.
Until then, she remained asleep for most of the movie, her head cradled against his chest with one hand wrapped lightly around the fabric of his shirt and the other twined into the fur of Lanna.
Towards the end of the movie she'd wake up, surely once it got a bit louder she'd wake up, but until then she merely breathed slowly, her face passive with just a hint of a smile.

Though she wanted to make some noise of joy, some little indicator that she had heard him and was happy, sleep took over before she could. But it was something she would remember when she woke up, and she could tell him then.
As for the voices, it was best Belladonna didn't know about all that. Even if she had, there wasn't much she could do. She would have only been able to talk louder then they had, but probably with less sway. The voices inside ones head always had a way of being more pervasive then a real, living person right in front of you. So the witch dozed on, oblivious as ever.
It was also best that she knew nothing of this other girl, mostly because Belladonna would never have been able to guess how she would have acted. Either she got angry and grew cold to the boil, or she got protective and did all she could to sway him to her side. And if she knew the situation, Belladonna would probably want to chose neither. Yet the two failed attempts at relationships seemed to haunt her and she certainly did not want to repeat this cycle of woe and anguish. Especially with a boil she so decidedly liked and cared for and could share so much with.

When Mort's hand found her shoulder, she readjusted her head and clutched at his shirt a little tighter with a soft, mumbled "S'okay..." She wouldn't remember it when she awoke, but it seemed as though she were picking up on what he had been feeling...
And with the movie nearly over, she started to stir, though it took until the credits before she actually woke up enough to be any sort of company.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes, blinking slowly at Mort. "I feel asleep... Sorry." Her cheeks flushed a little, but honestly the witch was happy. If given a few more minutes she would be up and bouncing again. "How are you?" She mumbled still, happy but still sleepy.
Had she been out too long? Had he reverted back to being affected by Insanity? What now? Was everything ok?

With half-lidded eyes the witch watched him stretched and decided that looked nice, so she did her own. Though maybe she shouldn't have, what with the way she stretched her shoulder blades and all that. Anyways...
"Rigor mortis?" She asked with a little more interest. "Oh! I am so sorry! I totally forgot about that... Does it bother you?" Not the forgetting, the actual affliction. It sounded nearly dreadful. Just to have one's body seize up due to inactivity, bleck. "I wonder if there are any spells that help combat it?" Her eyes wandered over to her bookshelf, but he asked her a question so she turned back. "Yes. I slept fine, thank you. You're very comfy."
It was true. Just because he wasn't a pile of fluff didn't make him uncomfortable. And for some reason, Belladonna found she liked his level of comfort. Erm, the level of comfort that was him... Whichever.

When Lanna inserted herself onto the witch's lap, she only laughed and petted her adamantly. The witch stretched her legs out in front of her, then tucked then under her skirt so that Lanna would have more of a place in which to nap. Yet, she turned and looked up at Mort for a moment before a hand reached out and touched his cheek.
"Are you doing alright?" Her voice was soft, but not from sleep. If he didn't want to talk about it, they wouldn't. Belladonna wouldn't push. But sometimes, it helped. And she rather liked helping...

The witch let off a little huffy sigh, but smiled up at him in the next second.
"Alright." She acquiesced as she slowly took her hand back. "Me? Worry too much? Pish, tosh!" The witch waved another hand but put them both to petting Lanna. "And your Mama sounds like my kind of lady." Belladonna smiled at that but glanced back at the boil.
"Worry for me? What for? Oh, I'm not sleepy any more." Here she inserted a bit of a bounce for show. "I just needed a little cat nap is all."
Finally it registered that he had complimented her, so she dipped her head in a small thank you gesture and tucked a strand of red curl behind her ear.

The atmosphere had taken a bit more tension then the girl was prepared for, so she nudged the boil with her elbow and gave him a wink.
"You can leave if you'd like. But I rather enjoy having you around." A blush settled on her face, but she didn't bother fighting it this go around. "You're lovely company and I like you." Obviously... But besides that, the witch would say nothing. She had taken the firm stance of not pushing this. Pushing would only make matters worse, she was sure. So instead, she would only go with whatever flow was set. And smile. Always smile.
It didn't matter if it wasn't scary. It was pretty and right now she'd rather be lovely then scary.

To say that the witch was thoroughly pleased by his agreement to stay would have been an understatement, but her heart practically leapt from her chest when he mentioned Skario Kart. She couldn't be sure why, but the fact that he wanted to share something so simple, but something he so clearly loved, with her meant more then she could say. So she didn't mention it!
"Do you not usually sleep?" She asked as she scratched Lanna's belly. "Goodness I must have looked a sight when I slept." The witch lowered her head in shame and sighed pitifully. "And it wouldn't look all that bad." Belladonna added with a laugh, though she managed to keep her mind very much not in the gutter.
OK. Just one foot in the gutter.

As for him saying he owed her one, she couldn't help but feel a little stab. It was a stab of mixed feelings, one of gratitude that she could help at all, but also one of fear. It wasn't a favor it was... It was... Well, ok, Belladonna didn't know what it was she was doing (besides being horribly selfish and keeping the boil all to herself), but it wasn't something that warranted a favor. And no matter how pressing the idea seemed, she would not casually mention the fact that they should go steady and that would be payment enough.
So instead, the witch gave Lanna back to Mort, slid off the bed and padded to her closet where she flung open the doors again.

This time she rummaged around in a box shoved way in the back.
"I think Hemlock gave me the system when I moved back... Told me to take it and have some fun." The girl paused and screwed up her face. Or had it been Delphinium who had thrown it at her head and been vastly disappointed when the younger witch instead caught it and jinxed her older sister? Either option was highly likely.
But finally, after a few skitter sightings and a lot of dust, the witch whirled around with the game, controllers and system in her hands.
"Got it!" She shouted triumphantly as she ran to the middle of the room and stopped. "Um... I... I don't know how to set it up. Hemlock always did that..."
Whatever points the witch had scored previously with Mort over her gaming knowledge surely had to have been lost at that point.
But it wasn't her fault! Really! She had always been busy when Hemlock set the system up... Mostly running around pestering her family...
So the witch only stared up at Mort helplessly and squeezed her arms together a little. That would always help.

It was good that Mort was into video games so much and knew how to get the system all set up, otherwise they would have been totally lost. The witch vaguely wondered if Mort was good with other technological things as well, and decided she would have to ask him about it later. If so, she'd certainly take advantage of the boy and use his skills to fix whatever was wrong with her computer.
Not that she was thinking about taking advantage of anybody...

With a happy jump, Belladonna took the controller and plopped herself onto the bed next to Mort. She watched the screen carefully, trying to recall exactly she and Hemlock had done when they played. Just as she was opening her mouth to say it would be better for her to play an easy track, the courser moved over to the worlds 'Sparkle Cup'.
"SPARKLE CUUUUPPPP!!!" The witch bellowed with a punch of her fist into the air. It no longer mattered if she won or lost this game, they were playing for Sparkles.
And Belladonna just adored sparkles.

So with that selected, the witch quickly maneuvered over to Princess Peach-Pit with a small squeal of joy. The character was just too adorable in her rotted pink princess dress.
"Alright! Let's do this!" Belladonna punched the air once more before she hunched over her controller. Before the race started she scooted a little closer to Mort and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "If you win, I'm going to run you off the track. Fair warning. I had to play dirty with Hemlock."
And if running him off the track didn't work she'd tickle him or something... Were Undead ticklish? Well, she was sure she could distract him other ways if worse came to worse...