"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

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[sharktrash]

[ Thought like a true family man. Then again, Squalo can relate, to an extent. He can't help but think there's someone extremely important missing from his life. ]

Not when you're handling my hair. [ It'll get a pleased sound from him eventually, almost a purr. ]

[dishevelment]

[And the sensation of missing something important, and needing the company of others who were somehow less-than-stellar, were probably key factors in why they got along so well. Koumei chuckled, pleased to have earned that sort of reaction from Squalo.]

And what wonderful hair it is, too. I must borrow some of your ideas for my own regimine.

[sharktrash]

[ Could be. There's an awful lot of similarities here. Even though in one case the gay was replaced with a familial bond. Close enough. ]

It's a fact. Hair worthy of a king, huh?

[dishevelment]

[A family that didn't completely care about the gender of their partners in regards to physical pleasures. Close enough.]

Hm...maybe. Although I can think of at least one who might make threats against these lovely locks if he doesn't get his way.

[sharktrash]

[ Or the amount of them. A+. ]

Oh? Should I ask?

[dishevelment]

[A wistful chuckle.]

My brother. No one you'll ever meet-- and the two of you would probably hate each other.

[Though, in fairness, Kouen acted like he hated everyone at some point in time.]

[sharktrash]

Never say never. [ Not that he's... particularly interested. But hey, nothing so far has suggested that their visions don't come from the same place. Actually, that'll be another good topic for their ~notes comparing~. ] Plenty of people hate me. Others love me. It evens out.

[dishevelment]

Thus is the nature of war and politics, [he intoned mildly, running his fingers gently through Squalo's hair to undo the tangles.] I'm sure there are people who hate me as well; they just stay quiet about it.

[sharktrash]

For now. [ He's enjoying it, definitely. He actually seems to be relaxing more and more throughout. ] That's the price we pay for having a vibrant personality. Gets people's attention, positive and negative.

[dishevelment]

[Wasn't that supposed to work the other way, Mister Requiem Rain?]

Hm. I suppose you're right. The price of Stardom too.

[sharktrash]

[ What is he not allowed to relax himself? Fuck off. But sure, it's probably working both ways. Watch them fall asleep in the tub and not get anything done. ]

Yeah. You usually have one if you get the other.

[dishevelment]

[They better hope they at least have the good sense to try not to drown. :|]

Yeah, that's right....kind of like a concept I've stumbled upon in my research-- yin and yang. You can't have light without darkness, day without night, and all that. It's rather poignant to think about.

[sharktrash]

[ HOPE IS WASTED ON THE HOPELESS but Squalo would probably climb out if he thought he was falling asleep so there's that. ]

I like that. [ A thoughtful noise. ] People get to keep their hands and reputations clean because someone else is doing the dirty work to support them.

[dishevelment]

[Mei might climb out and pass out naked on Squalo's bed-- but that was another situation to deal with. Later.]

Perfect descriptor for life, isn't it? I like it, too.

should we timeskip soon or something? this is getting pretty old askdhas

[sharktrash]

[ Sounds like a plan. ]

So. [ His voice's suddenly quieter, just a bit, and he opens his eyes to give the other a Look. There's both amusement and seriousness in it. ] Are you the light or the dark, Koumei?

[dishevelment]

[An interesting, and one that made Koumei's hands slow to a stop while he mulled over it. In his mind's eye he could see things that he knew he shouldn't even understand as intimately as he did-- the bodies of the dead and dying, the scrolls inscribed in magical characters that kept a body from decaying, a veritable army of soldiers awaiting his words...]

I'm not sure,[he murmured quietly, resuming his work.] I think I have a little of both, but doesn't everyone?

it's a wraaaaap

[sharktrash]

[ He snorts a laugh and relaxes again. ]

Answered like a true politician. Profound yet nothing exact. But I supposed you're right.

[ Anyway, they will continue to have lovely mutual hair care time. Once the conditioner's out of their both hair, Squalo just might decide to straddle the other man and suggest they try it "the other way". Then we have a *CENSORED* segment, then they'll finally make it out of the bath, dry off, dress and go to actually "compare notes". Which also includes a lot of hair brushing, especially for Mei, since Squalo is determined to get that mop in order. They probably doze off somewhere in the middle, but before that they manage to determine that they see different "worlds" - or maybe times - in those dreams/visions they've been having. Though it appears that a few people share theirs, like Squalo and He Who Must Not Be Named, or Koumei and his maybe-brother, while a lot of others don't seem to. How interesting. ]