"La vita va avanti."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and: Xanxus, Genos, Koumei, YOU!
What: Catch-all for January Shenanigans.
When: Jan 1st-15th ish
Where: MANTICORE penthouse, Pride HQ, possibly elsewhere
Warnings: language, violence, dicks out, the usual. will detail for each toplevel

(( Prompts in toplevels below! Feel free to tag into the ones marked as OPEN. I am still waiting on details for some of them, hence "placeholders" since I wanted to put the threads up in chronological order. They'll be there soon enough! Also, feel free to PM this account or hit me up on Plurk if you want a thread, too! ))

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[sharktrash]

[ Yes good. Same here. ]

[ Such adults. ]

I'VE WAITED LONG ENOUGH ALREADY! YOU THINK I WANT TO FANTASIZE ABOUT A FUCKWIT LIKE YOU?! BETTER FESS UP, WHY THE HELL DOES YOUR NAME COME UP EVERY TIME I SEE FUCKING FIRE?!

[variaboss]

FIRE!? MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE YOU THINK I'M FUCKING HOT. I KNOW I'M SEXY BUT GODDAMNIT SCUM, I DON'T NEED TO HEAR THAT YOU'RE JACKING OFF TO ME EVERY TIME YOU LIGHT A BLUNT. OR MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE I FUCKING BURNED TO CRISP ON THE GODDAMN STAGE YOU FUCK.

[ Still, that is super uncomfortable because he's been remembering it more and more. He had remembered burning men alive. He remembered flames coming from his hands. He remembered that shit and he didn't want to talk about it because he doesn't want to deal with it. ]

[sharktrash]

VOOOOOOIIII!! Va' a farti fottere!! Testa di cazzo! Don't fucking play stupid with me!! I know you know what I'm talking about!

[ ...all of this. The yelling. That heat on his head which he's sure is a cut from that whiskey glass bleeding. It's familiar. So familiar it almost gives him a very physical pain somewhere in his head -- or maybe it's just that hit or a stroke closing in. ]

[variaboss]

[ He knows exactly what that means now. Strange how easily Italian comes to him these days. His eyes narrow and for a moment it looks like he's going to cuck the entire bottle at Squalo. ]

The hell I do! I don't know a goddamn thing about the shit that goes on in your head and I don't fucking want to know. I don't know why you think of me when you think of ficking fire and I sure as hell won't tell you shit. How do I know you won't run to the fucking boss lady with any damn thing I say!

[sharktrash]

[ Now wouldn't that be nostalgic. ]

[ He's about to scream more, but suddenly pauses. ]

Oh. Fair point.




What if I tell you something incriminating about myself first?

[variaboss]

[ He narrows his eyes and his hand shifts on the bottle. He studies this guy a moment, trying to figure out what his angle is. ]

Because it's pointless telling me. You could tell me whatever you wanted and even if I went to the lady in charge, she wouldn't believe a damn word I said. She fucking hates me, you dumbass. So whatever you say wouldn't mean a damn thing to me. So, guess what? I'm not tell you shit. So get the fuck out before I throw you out.

[sharktrash]

[ Yeah no, there's a twitch in his temple again. ]

And whose fucking fault is that?! You're the one who went and made an ass out of yourself for no fucking reason, without even bothering to use your BRAIN and save your three allowed fuck-ups for when you might really need it!! Do you have any fucking idea what --

[ Ah shit. He promised Luci not to tell him that. She'd better fucking do it herself and soon, though. He'll just smoothly jump back to the other topic now. ]

I know there's something between us, something important, and I ain't fucking going anywhere until I know what it is!

[variaboss]

[ He's got a twitch going on too. Mostly because how dare this shit lecture him. Especially since he knows, all right. He knows he was stupid. He knows his mouth wrote a check his ass can't pay and now he's the absolute bottom of the shit list. If he was on fire, Santiago wouldn't even pee on him to put it out. He knows it. Still, it doesn't mean he likes hearing it.

That and Squalo almost said something... ]

I have no idea about what? Tell me that and I'll tell you why you think of me when you think of fire.

ps have him throw the bottle when you want memories to start i guess o/

[sharktrash]

[ His expression goes sour. This is tempting. This is really damn tempting. But there's also something in the back of his mind about not being a shitty traitor to people he likes. A code of honor or something. How dumb. ]

That's not my secret to share. You'll know soon enough.

[ At least, Luci had promised him to think about telling him. ]

Done and done

[variaboss]

[ He glowers at that and stands from where he had been. He stands and there's that empty bottle in his hand. A bottle he's chucking as hard as he can at Squalo's head. ]

Then I'm not telling you shit except to get out of my recording session, trash!

1/2

[sharktrash]

[ "Trash". ]

[ Oh, he knows. He knows that word, he knows this guy, and he definitely knows the feeling of a bottle hitting his head, the sharp pain spreading, the warm trickle down his face -- ]

[ It feels like his mind's a fast-forwarded movie. There's a grip at the back of his head, roughly clutching his hair before his face meets the desk. Once, twice. His nose is probably broken, but all he does is yell back -- back at this very scarred face framed with dumb feather ornaments. Another frame, and he's being pelted with whiskey glasses. Another, there's scolding hot coffee being poured on top of his head. Another, a vase getting broken -- ]

[ More and more of those visions pile up, zip past, intermingle, and there's one constant in them all: Xanxus. Xanxus is the one doing it to him, and he's just accepting it like the natural order of things. ]

[ He realizes he's spacing out. ]

2/2

[sharktrash]

[ And screams. ]

THAT'S IT! WE'RE FUCKING THROUGH!!

[ .........uh Squalo it's not like you were in a relationship before?? He grits his teeth as he tries to touch the wound, a bit lost for a moment -- he wants to punch the asshole, but the -- memories? visions? -- are still livid inside him and makes that option seem completely unacceptable. ]

[ He turns on his heel and storms out. ]