"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

[alleato]

I guess we're going to be enemies, then. Bitter rivals, to the end.

[Hrm]

Though, what do you say to that? A little friendly rivalry's good for sales.

[sharktrash]

Huh. Guess your family devotion doesn't go as far as I thought. Shame.

[ But he does look a little interested. ]

Think you're good enough to challenge me? I'm not gonna drag my feet just so you can keep up.

[alleato]

You know, good sales and taking care of the band are the same thing. I've got everything I need behind me, but if I can contribute more, why not do it?

[This is, however, the best idea he has ever had. EVER.]

I can keep up.

[sharktrash]

Prove it, then. You and me, in a cello duel. We can get all dressed up and shit. Bet it'll be good for sales, too.

[alleato]

[Handshake?]

You're on.

[sharktrash]

[ YOU'D BET. ]

I'll give you a few weeks to get ready. Yanno, a girl handicap. Let me know when you think you can face me.

[alleato]

I'll go practice, then.

[God, that feels good. Friendship, not really a rivalry. Easy and necessary and nostalgic. Dino steps back and runs a hand through his hair.]

See you soon on the field of combat.

aaand it's a wrap

[sharktrash]

[ Isn't it? This is pretty great. Even if Squalo still doubts this guy will give him his money's worth. Who knows, though, maybe he's more formidable on stage than in person. ]

Looking forward to it.

[ He'll raise a hand in a parting wave. Later, then. ]