I feel so unsure

[wounds]

Who: MANTICORE, visitors
What: Dealing with the aftermath of I Will Twist The Knife
When: December 9, evening
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: References to I Will Twist The Knife

[It's been a few days, people have recovered. Some better off than others. And today MANTICORE is gathered to deal and talk about what happened.]

Comments

[sharktrash]

[ Considering how calmly Squalo was plotting the capture and torture of Gold and Silver who were potential allies to their cause, it's probably not too surprising he's not reacting too extensively to something like this. ]

Easier said than done. [ He's going to try, though. Finally there's a hint of the usual smirk returning to his face. ] The freezer had nothing to do with it.

And hey, everyone hates frozen fish, right? [ there we go, a grin. ]

[dishevelment]

Raw is fine, but frozen? Never!

[He shook his head, contented now after the conversation Squalo. The knowledge of another in their label whom he could trust, one who wasn't a kid or visibly falling apart at the seams was enough to ease his own misgivings for the moment.]

[sharktrash]

Heh.

[ He doesn't feel like saying anything else on the matter at the moment. If Koumei wants to use him as a pillow, he's free to. ]

[dishevelment]

[And Koumei would definitely use Squalo as a pillow, glad to have someone to trust him and not coddle him. It was honestly more relaxing in MANTICORE's penthouse than in Cosmic Indulgence's for the moment.

He didn't need to put on a strong front.]

...Thanks, [he murmured at length, without preamble.

The reasons shouldn't need to be stated.]

[sharktrash]

[ There's no answer, just maybe a quiet "Hm" sound. Don't get used to it, mate. But this is nice enough. No extra baggage. ]

[ He could get used to this. ]