"In cento anni o cento mesi, l'acqua torna a' suoi paesi."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and YOU!
What: birthday catch-all! Squalo's turning 23 on the 13th. Yes he is Pisces because his character wasn't fish-related enough yet.
When: 12th-14th
Where: All around Vista city, the mall, the bars, Pride HQ, MANTICORE penthouse, Junkyard Carnival penthouse, etc.
Warnings: Squalo language, violence, substance abuse, (mentions of) banging, will update as necessary


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March 14th; late afternoon // Pride HQ hallways // OPEN

[sharktrash]

[ Nobody’s probably seen that one coming. Even with everything that’s been happening lately; who could’ve thought they’d live to see this? ]

[ Superbia Squalo is doing the walk of shame. ]

[ Well, technically, there doesn’t seem to be any shame involved, so it’s more of a walk of “yeah I’d bet you like what you’re seeing”. Which is a lot, since that too-big T-shirt with Junkyard Carnival logo on it may or may not be the only thing he’s wearing. And it’s less a walk, more really damn careful shuffling along, really, as if he was made of fucking glass, but he doesn’t stop looking smug anyway, head held high and the trademark grin firmly in place. He seems to happily own his tousled hair and whatever bite or spank marks are visible, too. Heck, he might even call out if he spots anyone watching him (or taking pictures). ]

Voooiii! The hell’re you looking at?

[ Nah, no shame here. ]

[dishevelment]

[Cosmic Indulgence's penthouse wasn't terribly far from Junkyard Carnival's-- a benefit overall, since the two bands have been fairly friendly with eachother since Day One, but the proximity made certain intimacies hard to hide.


As such, Koumei had heard the antics of his sometimes bedmate and sometimes drinking partner all the way down the hall. Familiar as he was with both of their voices, it was unmistakeable what was happening.

Sleep wasn't a thing to be had that evening, and it was late in the afternoon by the time Koumei shuffled out of his bedroom in a half-asleep daze and started to head out just to get a breath of fresh air (and probably some Gatorade) after the evening's bar hopping ventures with a certain man who was celebrating a certain day.

He hadn't expected to find Squalo himself in the halls, clad only in an oversized t-shirt. And, though he was still barely awake, he couldn't help but admire the sight.]

Only someone who looks like they should be painted like one of those French girls, [he quipped, chuckling at his own joke. It was far too early(?) to have a filter.]

[sharktrash]

[ Haha, sorry about that. At least this time he has a better excuse for poor sleep schedule than insomnia or something. It probably lasted to like 4 AM to be fair, RIP. ]

[ Squalo definitely loves admiration, so he's gonna soak up that gaze like a sponge and probably not sound as angry as he might if it was someone else. In fact, he grins. ]

You volunteering?

[ Squalo calm down you probably need at least three days of bedrest right now... ]

[dishevelment]

[Oh, he heard everything]

I'm not much of a painter or photographer, but I can make a pretty good congee like grandma would make.

...Also pants. You're taller than me, but we're both slim. It should be a close enough fit.

[sharktrash]

[ Dang that might almost make him feel a little ashamed... but only almost. Nah. ]

[ He laughs, short and sharp. ]

Vooi, I'm not sick. And it's just a couple hallways to our suite. But thanks for the offer, I guess.

[dishevelment]

Just an offer-- take it or leave it.

[He grins, and holds up a pack of cigarettes instead.]

Perhaps a smoke and a bodyguard for the way, then? We don't need anyone getting any strange ideas about that fine body of your's.

[sharktrash]

[ He sneers a little. ]

I'm more of a bodyguard than you are. I sure hope you're not implying anyone would manage to touch me if I didn't want them to.

[ Still, he'll hold his good hand out for a cigarette. Even though part of him insists that he doesn't smoke, but that part's clearly not very rockstar-y. ]

I'm not gonna refuse company, though.

[ Oh yeah I totally forgot about his prosthetic there. So he's probably only got one arm sticking out of the sleeve properly and the other's tucked inside the shirt. ]

[dishevelment]

[Koumei's own smoking habit had been slowing considerably over the last several weeks, due to the combined factors of him picking up more vocals since Nariko was fired and a subtle feeling that partaking in these sorts of vices wasn't quite like him. But appearances needed to be maintained-- and Koumei lit one up for the both of them.]

You better not refuse. I still can't say I offered you an entirely proper birthday present, [he teased, falling into step on Squalo's left side-- as if to help cover the man from any eyes who may be watching that didn't need to know about this.]

[sharktrash]

Nah, it was great. Hilarious, even. [ He draws in the smoke and actually coughs a bit, but to hell with it, it's actually making his headache more bearable. ] But hey, if there's something else you wanna give me...

[ Yeah. Grinning, definitely. Also he appreciates that sort-of shield. It definitely looks less conspicuous this way. ]

[dishevelment]

As much as I could use the distraction right now... [he said, idly lifting a hand to his chest as he spoke,] ...You sure you can take it?

[sharktrash]

You can take it, darling. [ He notices that motion, though doesn't think of it much for the moment. Aside from the strange urge to do the same. As if there was a momentary itch or something. Grin fading, he adds; ] Actually, I think I'm going to pass out any moment now, so maybe later.

[dishevelment]

[Oh, he didn't mind taking it-- and had a feeling that he would in the future. Squalo liked to play rough, and Koumei usually went along with what his lover wanted. It worked out for everyone.]

Congee, then. [Koumei quipped, teasing the man now.] Congee and bedrest-- doctor's orders.

[sharktrash]

[ And he has, most likely. Hey, as long as everyone was pleased. ]

[ He lightly elbows the other in the side. ]

You're not a doctor.

[dishevelment]

[The jab earns a teasing smirk.]

I'm not your grandmother, either, but that's not going to stop me from acting like one.

[sharktrash]

Shit, I sure hope my grandma wouldn't fuck me.

[ Were you hoping for maturity, Koumei, because you might want to find it somewhere else. ]

[dishevelment]

Maybe not your grandmother, but someone's. They say some women are like wine, and they only grow finer with age.

[He's teasing, but he can't help it. They're walking a half-naked Squalo back to his flat-- levity is a prize to be jealously horded in this event.]

[sharktrash]

Dunno. I'm not that into withered pussy. Or wrinkly ballsacks, for that matter.

Re: March 14th; late afternoon // Pride HQ hallways // OPEN

[psyvampexperiment]

[And here comes that annoying interloper who snooped in on his picnic, on a walk of shame of his own, his dinner jacket rumpled, his collar open and his tie missing, also his pants look like they've been draped over the back of a chair, plus his hair slightly on end]

I was just thinking at least neither of us is alone in returning from a busy morning and previous night.

[sharktrash]

[ oh my god ]

[ He hugs himself a bit tighter with his left arm under the shirt in irritation, the sleeve hanging empty. ]

Fucking seriously? This is a bonding opportunity to you?