"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! ))

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[sharktrash]

Plates are shit shields indeed, especially when they're getting punched with mechanized robot arms. It shatters and falls down in pieces along with whatever remains of food there was in it. Squalo grins in that menacing way of his and reaches out, probably to grab Xanxus by the lapels --