"Senza tentazioni, senza onore."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and -- you?
What: Squalo decided not to let his bandmates one-up him and went to have his own "seasonal" performance. For fun. Or so they say. He's got Empathic Influence now, so... have fun getting just a little bit too into those songs and enjoy all those new, excellent and healthy emotions that you're suddenly feeling!
When: Feb 13th
Where: "The Variable", alternative music club in Vista City
Warnings: ...Squalo. Aka: profanity, violence, public indecency, drug use, will add as necessary.


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[wounds]

[He wasn't quite tortured. Not the way everyone else was. For now though, he'll take the sheet music, give it a long look- it's not too difficult. Hell, it's pretty simple for him to just understand what Squalo wants out of it.]

Won't be a problem.

[But he'll also pull out a CD from his jacket, right now there's his signature and Roy's on it. Squalo may or may not realize it's the same one he gave to 'Makoto'.]

Sign this for me?

[sharktrash]

[ Squalo believes in "do the main riff and improvise the rest", so yes, he won't need to memorize all those pages or anything. He'll hand him the lyrics, too, after a moment of hesitation. ]

I want you to help me with choruses. The usual harmony. Just. [ A vague hand gesture. ] Try not to do the thing too much. [ And a grin. ] If you outshine me I'll punt you off the stage, just so you know.

[ Clearly this is how he says "I love you", right. ]

[ He does look a bit questioningly at the CD for a moment. They all look the same, so he's not certain it's the one, but Genos is clearly trying to collect a full band's signatures for someone. ]

Oh? Who's this for?

[ Maybe someone new caught his attention? Maybe it sorted out somehow? Either way, it's probably not his business, yet, so he takes a marker and signs it, making a mental note to keep an eye out for this "Makoto" fellow. ]

[wounds]

[He has literally no control of the thing- he'll move people entirely by accident. It's awkward and terrible.]

It's your time to shine, Squalo. [He won't do it on purpose, anyway.

And at the question- Genos blushes, smiles slightly. Somebody's gone and stolen away this cyborg's heart, that's for sure.]

Someone I've met. [Reunited with? It's a bit confusing to say properly. Either way, he says it in an almost reverent tone.]

[sharktrash]

[ Whoops. Time to prepare for another mass hysteria. At... least Genos won't inspire them to kill anyone? Hopefully. Focus on the positive! ]

[ Alright, that's a familiar reaction. He gives him a long look as he holds the CD back once his name's on it. ]

...you'll tell me if they don't treat you well at any point, right?

[ THE IRONY, considering what's starting to go on in his own life. (Thanks to your performance, probably. Now he remembers being drawn to someone but no reasons or details, so of course he interprets it as attraction.) ]

[wounds]

[He'll take the CD back and put it in his jacket.]

He would never.

[That person he puts on a pedestal- well, after running into him again, that particular brainwashing didn't stick. It was just so at odds with who Saitama is it was hard to accept- besides, his feelings never went away.]

But I'll tell you if it ever gets sour.

[sharktrash]

[ He just sort of stares at him flatly at that exclamation, but nods, his expression lightening up again, once he adds the other part. ]

Thank you.

[ After all, as long as Genos is happy... that's what matters, right? Whatever that guy may or may not have done, it's his decision how much he cares about it. ]

[ ...speaking of which... ]

There's still a bit of time. Can I talk to you about something?

[wounds]

[Genos is considerably happier now that he's been soothed by Saitama/Makoto talking him out of the brainwashing.

What can he say, he's far more loyal to Saitama than the label, no matter what they do to him.]

Go for it. What's up?

[sharktrash]

[ Alright fuck and dear God how does he even bring this up. This is so awkward, especially considering his petty revenge and the fact he involved Genos in it. Is there any way not to make it -- ah, to hell with it. ]

So, uh, remember that guy we beat up? Xanxus? And how I said I knew him from before?

[wounds]

Yes, I do remember him. Why are you bringing him up?

[sharktrash]

[ Deep breath. Just get it out quick. Like lobbing off a limb, no big deal. ]

...I think I loved him.

[ Past tense. PAST TENSE. He refuses to be roped into that cycle of beatings again, the wishes of his loins be damned. He even tries to keep his voice low, though it's about as successful as always. ]

[ ...and, uh, yeah, he might be misinterpreting it a little. But hey, he remembers being drawn to the guy and not why, what was he supposed to think? ]

[wounds]

[... He squints back at Squalo. Really? That guy? He really used to like that guy?]

... Why?

[Honestly what did could Squalo seriously see in that guy?]

[sharktrash]

[ THAT IS AN EXCELLENT FUCKING QUESTION. He makes a suffering sound and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. ]

I don't know! [ He's of the same opinion right now. And yet that doesn't help with that annoying feeling that's not listening to reason. ] It doesn't make any sense.

-- don't let me do anything stupid, okay? [ Like, you know, try to talk to Xanxus or give him the eyes or whatever. ]

[wounds]

[He stares directly at Squalo, keeping careful track of his heart rate. Squalo does indeed seem frustrated.]

... You look out for me, so I'll look out for you.

[sharktrash]

[ ...he stares back. Okay, he could swear he's being... examined? ]

...thanks. Just -- just punt me across the stage if I start hitting on him or something. [ huff. ] I fucking deserve better!

[wounds]

You deserve way better than some asshole who throws things at you.

[sharktrash]

Yeah and that's just the fucking blossoms.

[ He remembers it too clearly. That unrelenting grip on his hair as his face harshly meets the surface of a heavy, antique desk. ]

[ No way in hell is he going down that path. ]

Alright! Enough of that shit. Let's talk music.

[wounds]

Alright. What do you want out of this.

[sharktrash]

Okay, so. First up. "Phantom Limb". [ He grins in that "I know you know" way at him and sort of wiggles his mechanical fingers. ] Plenty of reverb. It's gotta sound haunting. But also heavy, yeah? Feel free to make it as metal as you can. I want it to be heavy and really rattle them. It's gotta hit the senses hard. We're doing the usual harmony for choruses. You can also help me on the pre-chorus, I'll do the screaming. Next --

[ blah blah ]