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Who: Priders! (Basically if you (or your friend, or your dog) has had a positive interaction with anyone from MANTICORE, consider yourself invited, dragged along or sent in someone else's place. And even if you haven't been invited it's totally fine to notice something's going on and show up or randomly come across this and stay!)
What: Genos and Squalo throw a Solstice dinner party. ~~Italian food for everyone!~~
When: December 21?ish (forward-dated a bit so it doesn't fall right before irl holidays)
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: ~~MANTICORE~~ Squalo, Carnies, language, minors getting drunk, substance abuse, someone might decide to bone, idk.

[ Fuck the creepy shit, MANTICORE are aggressively throwing a Solstice party! Because why not, and who has the patience to wait until New Years? ]

[ There are locations/prompts in toplevels, but feel free to start your own as well. Generic timeline of the night would be: cooking, dinner, socializing with games and booze ~~and possibly other things~~, and a movie marathon into the wee hours of the morning for the ones interested. ]

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[And here's the other half of CoT's asshole twins]

Well! It looks edible. Too much meat though.

[ oh my god ]

Fish isn't meat.

[ tread carefully ]

[You love it. Well, probably not, but they're hot at least]

According to what source? Fish is a meat. It's a scientific fact.

It's the healthiest type of meat. I'll give you that.

[So he helps himself to some. Looking it over with a criticle eye.]

The presentation is nice.

[ YEAH KINDA. But they're about to get that much hotter because Squalo just might have a flamethrower tucked in the dark room somewhere. ]

Yeah, and pizza is an Italian vegetable. So shut up and eat.

[ ...well, at least the fact that both Asshole Twins are eating means they're just being little shits because they can. Actually, did we say "at least"? That just makes it worse. ]

Pizza isn't a vegetable. Tomatoes are fruit, which makes the tomato sauce a fruit product. And the dough counts as grain.

[He takes a bite of the fish. It's very good. He chews carefully, savoring the taste.]

Passable.

[He beams at Squalo] Now to just find out if I get food poisoning! Or Mercury poisoning. You did buy this from a reputable market right?

[Tooru and Artolo are literally the worst.]

[ ...great. Now he's being a smartass. Squalo can feel his blood slowly approach the boiling point. ]

Know the difference between pizza and your opinion? I would ask for pizza.

[ It would probably end with just that, but then the guy just has to go and imply that he gets his products from garbage or whatever and there's poison involved, and that just won't do. ]

[ In a swift, fluid motion, Squalo's hand goes to the back of Tooru's head and shoves, with surprising amount of force and the clear intention to slam his face into the table. Or his plate. ]

[And there it goes straight into the fish he had just been enjoying. And something... something just clicks into place. A stray memory of someone else hitting him when he's being a smart ass. Iwa-chan. A nickname, obviously, but one that fills him with warmth. Enough warmth to make him forget about retaliating Squalo by yelling or throwing something at him. No, this way will be so much more fun.

With a surprising amount of grace considering he just got his face smashed into fish he pulls back, smiling.]

Squalo

[His voice is a croon, soft and silky, his eyes bedroom soft] So forward. I know I'm beautiful, but try to control yourself.

[He cocks his head, reaching for a napkin and beginning to wipe his face] I should have realized violence was your mating call. I'm flattered. But we should probably wait until after dinner. Otherwise the food will get cold.

Edited (hit post on accident before I was finished ) 2015-12-21 16:24 (UTC)

[ For a moment, Squalo looks absolutely confused, and it's fucking hilarious. The owlish expression only stays for a moment, though, and then he's baring his teeth. Something like an upside-down smirk. ]

Keep your wet dreams to yourself, kid. [ there's only a few years difference between them, but never let facts get in the way of shit-talking. ] I ain't touching your ass even if I got paid for it.

[Score one hundred for Tooru]

Excuse you. My ass is a dream. And it'll be haunting yours for awhile~

[He keeps smiling. He knows smiling will just annoy Squalo]

[ NO FUCKING WAY who decided that. ]

Not if I can help it.

[ That maybe should be a cause of concern, since he might have implied murder just there. But nah, he'll just try to repeat his earlier maneuver. Clearly if he hits the guy enough he will shut up, right? ]

[The winner aka not you~]

Oh, I know you can't help it Squalo-kun~

[you would think that hitting him would make him shut up. But really, it's the opposite. Tooru is somehow used to hit because of his mouth. He's not one to throw punches, so to compensate he just tortures his attackers even more.

He can tell that Squalo wants to hit him again, so he smiles even brighter]

Really, your mother figure is here, have you no shame? Well, wait. You pulled out your dick out in public so I can safely say that you don't.

[He was there for that dick off]

[ just sneering. ]

Why would I? It's a damn nice dick.

[ YEAH REACHING TOWARD TOORU'S HAIR AGAIN ]

[Smiling back pleasantly]

It was a very pretty one. Not that big, though.

[Hair pulling? That's a turn on baby]

[ He actually almost manages to match the pleasantness for a moment. ]

Want size over pleasure, go fuck a horse.

[ What about another face smashing into table, though? Because that's happening after the pulling. ]

[aw, it's cute that you're trying to be as cute as Tooru. No one is as cute as Tooru.]

Lucky for you I'm not a size queen then. Oh!

[Hair pulling? yes. More face mashing? No thank you. He puts his hand on the table to brace himself and pushes back against the force pushing him down.]

I told you, not at the table, Squalo-kun. Take me to the bedroom if you wanna continue.

[Is he serious? Or is he teasing? Little of this, little of that]

Who said anything about luck?!

[ His voice is so damn loud. Probably nearing 100 dB here. ]

[ And, fucking damn it. He tries to shove harder, but as it's not successful, he abruptly lets go, as if his hand had gotten burned. ]

IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS!

[ ...the idea is not too abhorrent, really. It's another way to put the guy in his place, after all. But Squalo will be damned if he'll let some whippersnapper provoke him into anything, let alone sex. ~~Some people were already mocking him for his sleeping around, he'd never hear the end of this.~~ No, shit was gonna go his way. ]

[You see Squalo, you might not have realized this, but Oikawa is pragmatic. He'll turn anything into a win for him if he can. He takes a step back and turns to look at Squalo, smiling pleasantly.]

You're very loud, aren't you?

But yes, you're lucky. See, I don't care about how small you are. So long as you can use it right.

And if you can't, I could always top~ I'm packing a decent one.

[ Alright, now that reminds him of Xanxus and, by extension, pisses him off into the great beyonds. Is his cheek twitching? Most likely. ]

I don't think you know what the word "small" means.

Maybe it's relative. And, well, I know I'm bigger than you~

[Cheek twitching in anger? Iwa-chan has that same problem]

[ he looks at him perfectly calmly for a couple of moments and ]

[ decks him in the face. ]

[ (or tries.) ]

[He succeeds. And there Tooru goes, knocked into the table. He gets up, holding his cheek and still smiling, though it's harder now, and his eyes have gone icy, his voice is still sugary sweet.]

I told you, not at the dinner table.

Jeez, Squalo-chan keep it in your pants.

[ Somehow, he remembers that honorific. Squ-chan. The name comes up along with the image of some fucking ****** in a boa that he feels like he knows and actually reasonably likes for some reason. ]

[ That doesn't mean people get to use it, though. Especially not in this context. His eyes narrow, steel-like, his teeth briefly flashing between his lips. ]

Keep this up and I'm going to snap your useless neck like a twig.

[ ...shit. He's not sure where that came from. Genos is not gonna be happy with him. ]

[This would be a good time to back down.

Or it would be if Tooru didn't insist on having the last word]

Promises, promises.

[He gives a big fake yawn] Honestly there is such a thing as trying too hard. I'm bored now. Work on your technique and find me later.

[ His fingers clutch on reflex. It's so damn tempting to grab a chair and brain this fuckface with it. But that could topple the table, and he didn't bust his fucking ass to make all that food to have it all end up on the ground. ]

[ Instead he'll pick one of those pussy schnapps bottles that Garnet brought over, uncork it, pour the contents on Tooru, and walk away. ]

[To which Tooru just smiles and licks his lips. He's not worried about the clothes, all garbage to him]

Hmm, tasty. Thanks for the drink.

[Oh, so smug]

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