"Quando l'amico chiede, non v'è domani."

[sharktrash]

Who: Dino & Squalo. And possibly you!
What: IT'S A DATE!! meeting between fellow countrymen to appreciate traditional food. Move along, no risotto for you.
When: early noon, January 25th-ish? (after song rewrite, before ghost hauntings)
Where: some nice park within Vista City roughly halfway between Pride and Virgo HQs
Warnings: language? Squalo? should be relatively safe, will update if necessary

(( prompts in comments! ))

Comments

[psyvampexperiment]

[Eyeing Squalo, but not bothered by that stankeye.]

Hmmm, it's not for everyone, I'd be the first to admit: friendship can, at times, have a leg up. Less social pressures for one thing.

[Turning as if he might leave, taking an e-cigarette from his breast pocket.] Well, don't let an old interloper intrude for long...

[alleato]

It's-- It's not romantic! I barely know him. We're just talking and eating, enjoying a nice day... I don't see anything weird about that.

[Frowning.]

People jump to a lot of conclusions around here...

[sharktrash]

Don't let the door hit you on the way out~

[ Back to Dino. ]

Seriously. It's like everyone and their mother decided to show up and tell us we're going out.

[psyvampexperiment]

[A half chuckle.] I'm not the one who'd consider it weird: I merely found it delightful. Methinks someone doth protest too much, but I'll leave you to your conversation... [And lighting the e-cig, he takes a hit off it, blowing a plume of smoke over his head as he walks away, holding up one graceful hand over his shoulder and waggling his fingers in farewell as he walks away.]