"Tra il dire e il fare c'è di mezzo il mare."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and (what's left of) MANTICORE, possibly others later
What: catch-all. Half his band is gone and he's not taking it too well.
When: May 4th-ish
Where: MANTICORE penthouse, possibly others later
Warnings: language, violence, Squalo

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[scalpedsociety]

[With all this crazy shit going on with Squalo, just maybe it would make some sense to regain some memories, own them and care about this reckless asshole less to least reduce stress, but NOPE. Still concern, especially when she sees that bruise. (It's not even really brainwashing anymore, it's desperately holding on to a lie.)

She doesn't give a fuck if it's a bar fight or a shonen battle. It's the same level of concern.]

Squalo, what happened to you?

[Who's the bitch not-mom gotta fuck up?]</small?

[sharktrash]

[ Yeah seriously. He turns when he hears her voice, sitting in the hallway next to a coffee machine pretty clearly abusing his "coffee break" that's probably gone over half an hour by now. ]

[ He could, technically, lie, but it's not that bad of a truth this time. ]

Fought with my manager. [ snorts. ] Again.

[scalpedsociety]

[She isn't going to ask why this fight happened for now, but she is gonna focus on that dark bruise on his face.]

Can you spare some time?

[Let her take care of that bruise.]

[sharktrash]

[ Oh there's more. He's just dressed enough to hide the rest for now. He shrugs, actually pretty eager to take any excuse to not go back to recording. ]

Sure. What's up?

[scalpedsociety]

[Before you know it, she's taking out a handkerchief and putting it in cold water to try and take care of that bruise on her face.]

Why did Kid hit you in the face?

[sharktrash]

[ There's a slight, skew grin on his face at that. ]

Technically, I hit him first. [ His expression then turns pained for the briefest moment. ] They took Genos. And Kido.

[ Yeah he's no longer saying 'gone' because he knows what the fuck is up. ]

[scalpedsociety]

[And that expression matches on her face.]

Oh Squalo.

[She doesn't bother to say something pathetic like 'I'm sorry.' The both of them know better than that now.]

[sharktrash]

I'm gonna kill him. [ He announces, almost impassively. ]

[scalpedsociety]

Collect the bastards head.

[She's not gonna tell him it's wrong or even to lower his voice. This is what a somewhat realized bloodlust does.]

[sharktrash]

[ Well, that's a new sentiment from "Mom". He stares at her for a moment, then a smirk slowly spreads on his face. ]

Know anyone who'd be able to analyze it?

[scalpedsociety]

[That smirk tells her a feeling that she's had for a long time. He's a killer... like me.]

Analyze? Is there anything you wish to know?

[sharktrash]

Any potential weaknesses. I don't think those guys are human, and our CEO definitely isn't. They could be similar.

[scalpedsociety]

Fascinating. Perhaps I should take a look. But you're right we should look at someone that knows non-humans.

[It was always an interest of hers to look at non-human.]

[sharktrash]

Oh? You have experience?

[ his reaction to it is as if he's just discovered she's into knitting or making moon-shaped cookies. ]

[scalpedsociety]

I remember having it. A body hasn't been in front of me yet.

[Yet.]

[sharktrash]

That's not too hard to fix.

[ Somebody stop them. ]

[scalpedsociety]

What do you have in mind?

[Oh no.]

[sharktrash]

Voooi, do I have to spell it out for ya? We find some trash, kill him, put him on a table and see if you remember anything. ...Or her. Whichever.

[scalpedsociety]

[The question is, what is his definition of 'trash'?]

Simple enough.