"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 hope so. Don't do something crazy like--Wait, have you ever cut your hair? Ever?

[sharktrash]

[ ..................well that's a funny question. Awkward. Of course he's not going to cut his hair. He can't do that until -- ]

[ Ah. He's not quite sure, but it's Important, and he's not doing it. ]

Well, duh. I trim it all the time. Split ends ain't hot, yeah?

[alleato]

[He leans down a little to examine the ends.]

Good point. I was suddenly trying to imagine you with short hair, and you really would look like a brat.

[sharktrash]

[ Squalo will let him because there are no faults to find! ]

VOOOOIIII, are you fuckin saying it makes me look old?!

[alleato]

[Dino just laughs.]

I think it's great! Calm down!

[sharktrash]

As you should! AND I'M FUCKING CALM!!

[alleato]

You're not calm!

[And Dino is just going to lose his shit laughing.]

[sharktrash]

[ GETTING A SWAT OVER THE BACK OF HIS HEAD FOR THAT ]

[alleato]

[Dino manages (barely) to grab Squalo's hand and shove it out of the way. Again, weird.]

Let's call it before you get all obsessed with your wrinkles.

[sharktrash]

[ Holy shit maybe he's not completely incompetent after all. Alas, not competent enough to prevent Squalo from screeching. ]

I DON'T HAVE WRINKLES!!!!!!!!!!!

[alleato]

Just when you smile!

[RUNNING NOW.]

[sharktrash]

[ And he chases Dino into the sunset whacking him with his bag probably, and they live happily ever af-- oh wait. ]