"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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[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.