"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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[sharktrash]

[ Maybe he was going to mock him later. He can't help but be curious about exactly what does Xanxus want to sing for him. It's funny how he's the one being cheesier here, to be honest, but -- ]

Your knight, your sword,
your requiem rain

And you are the fire
My hope, my God, my fire, my Sky, my lord --

[ He cuts off as he sees that weird look on Xanxus' face. Just like one of them bad trips. He tosses the mic -- the singing's done for now -- and leans in a bit to stare at the man and wave a hand in front of his eyes. ]

Vooi. Did you just fall for me or somethin'?

[ ...he hears the mic falling out of Xanxus' hand. ]

Xanxus?!

[ Another flash. Some brats. Xanxus, this time definitely Xanxus, with such an uncharacteristic look of pure horror on his face as ice extends over him. And himself, confined to a wheelchair, once again unable to do shit for him except trash about and hysterically scream his name again and again. ]

[ -- he snaps out of it to find his hands in Xanxus' open lapels. Probably trying to shake him out of whatever it was that hit him. ]

[variaboss]

[ They're both young. Teenagers. He's still unscarred and this guy. This was the guy. As much as he had decided to just keep following him around the damn school, Xanxus thought that this would be the one guy he would make one of his. His first underling. He right hand man. The terror of Mafia School to stand next to the King of the School.

And now more. Weeks. Months. Years. This man... this man. He's always been there. The memory of coming home from the ice. The arms that caught him, they have a face now. It's this face. This face right before him. This. Face.

He reaches out to place his palm against Squalo's face for a moment. He feels the hands around his lapel and he resists the urge to just punch Squalo for grabbing him. He feels so lost in that swarm of memories. ]

Let me go... Right now.

[sharktrash]

[ This dumb fish on meth face. Congratulations. ]

[ He stares back at him, eyes wide, and for a moment, just a moment, he feels like he really shouldn't touch this man, and yet he'd do it anyway. Another moment, and he does let go, but doesn't move away. Just looks at him. ]

[ The audience is starting to whistle and chant something. Maybe they want another song, maybe they want them to kiss, who the fuck knows. He's barely registering their voices right now. ]

[variaboss]

[ He can hear the audience chanting. He wants to grab Squalo. Demand why he hadn't said anything sooner. But he hadn't remembered until now, so for once, he won't blame him. Instead, he just wraps his fingers around that long hair one more time and give it a tug. ]

Don't cut it yet.

[ He then lets go and picks up the mic again to put it back on the stand. ]

And to the rest of you, check out the Carnival's next album.

[ Unless there's another song, he's getting the hell out of there before he does anything rash, like kiss Squalo. ]

it's a wrap o/ unless you want restroom action lmf

[sharktrash]

[ Good choice of words, Xanxus. Squalo looks like he's seen a fucking ghost, briefly reaching up with his good hand to touch his hair where Xanxus has. This is it. That's whom he'd given that promise to. But why? What was he supposedly waiting for? ]

[ By the time he gathers himself up enough to move or talk, Xanxus is heading off the stage already. Squalo's just going to follow his example, to be honest. He's not sure he could perform right now. Grabbing the mic -- ]

Break time! Go snort some coke or fuck in the bathroom or something, you little fucks. We'll continue later.

[ And, yeah, he's escaping backstage. Shit he needs a drink. ]