"Il bugiardo deve avere buona memoria."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and YOU!
What: Squalo returns from surprise trip to Scary Lab Dungeon
When: evening of April 2nd (and later)
Where: Pride HQ, maybe the city later
Warnings: squalo language, drugs, craziness, will update if needed


-- A

[ Turns out trying (and (temporarily) succeeding) to trick Lesedi is a bad idea. He spends about thirty hours with the delightful brain probing team down in the labs, and then he's extensively warned and set free. Or, rather, just shoved out after making sure he got the message. ]

[ So, there he is, sort of staggering into Pride's lobby because he can still feel those unpleasant tingly things in his brain which might be aftereffects of the machine or cocaine withdrawal or an unholy mix of both. He takes a few shaky steps, rests a hand on the wall while leaning forward -- and throws up right there on the floor. ]

[ He stands there for a moment, and then starts laughing. It's loud, sharp, and frankly, somewhat unsettling. ]

[ There's probably a lot of people around and everything. The tabloids will sure love destroying his image further if anyone from the media is there to see him empty his stomach in a public area and have a manic hyena laughter fit over it. The famous alcoholic, cokehead and sex criminal of metal finally gone off his rocker etc etc. Does he care? Not right now, no. ]


-- B

[ Once he's done with that, he'll head "home". Which might be either MANTICORE's or Junkyard Carnival's suite at this rate. For what it's worth, he seems unharmed, but that weird aura of amusement and being close to a psychotic murder fit is still lingering. Did you even notice he was gone? ]

[ If you're anyone who has some reason to see him naked -- a bandmate, a bae, someone who helps him in the bathroom or just loves peeping on people in there -- you'll discover that pretty much his whole back seems to be bruised, as if he'd been thrown against something with incredible force. He doesn't seem bothered unless you ask, though. ]


-- C

[ The next day, he can be found doing the usual stuff. Recording, going outside to play with his bike, heading out into the city, most likely to drink. Possibly to meet Luce too, at some point. He might seem a little calmer than usual, though, as if the whole world around is somehow beneath him. The trademark smirk on his face almost looks knowing at times, but depending on who you are, he might just shrug if asked about it. ]


-- D

[ Wild card! Hit me up via PM or at jigglyballs and we'll make something else up! ]

Comments

[variaboss]

[ He totally just reaches out to grab Squalo's tongue. Just for a second because he doesn't want to be bitten. At least not right now. ]

And? Your point? You know you like sucking me off.

[ Is this his way of comfort? Yep. He sucks at it. It's this or him headbutting Squalo. And damn that's a lot of shampoo. ]

You got this?

[ He might just be offering to help Squalo wash his hair. ]

[sharktrash]

[ Wise, because those teeth nearly catch his fingers. It doesn't though, and he licks his lips instead, smirking. ]

Yeah. Doesn't mean I can't still use it as a bargaining chip.

[ HE WOULD TOTALLY WITHHOLD BJS JUST YOU WAIT. ]

[ The question's a bit weird. He's been bathing by himself for months now, of course he's got this. But... Xanxus is right there next to him doing shit, and washing all that hair with only one proper hand can be tiring. The prosthetic's only good for holding, not scrubbing. He gives him a teasing, almost playful grin. ]

Yeah. I'm not gonna stop you if you want to touch my hair, though. I know you have wet dreams about it.

[variaboss]

[ There's evil and then there's that. Withholding BJs with a mouth like Squalo's is a brand of evil that not even Xanxus can comprehend. ]

Shut up. [ A swat on the top of Squalo's head. Swat, punch, same difference really. ]

That's not what I dream about, you ass. But I want to. So sit the fuck up and close your damn eyes cause if you don't, I will purposely get soap all up in them.

[sharktrash]

[ Hell yeah, so tread carefully and stay on his good side, yeah? ]

[ He grunts at the swat/punch but that seems to be it. He takes a dunk to get his hair properly wet, then sits back up and moves away from the edge a bit, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. Still showing teeth, though. ]

Oh, so you dream about my ass, then. Acceptable.

[variaboss]

[ As carefully as a bull in a china shop, tbh. ]

Actually... I dream about murder. [ Murder and ice. But Sqaulo didn't need to know about the second one. Though he is definitely enjoying this washing Squalo's hair thing. Massaging it in, giving it little tugs. It's special and important and he gets to take care of it, just this once. But Squalo better not get used to this because it's not going to happen again, maybe. ]

And sometimes I wonder if I could somehow kill that bitch...

[ Because talking murder plans to Squalo seems normal ]

[sharktrash]

[ Well apparently it works so. :0 ]

[ He already knows about the second one, sorry. One of the very first things he remembered. He's mentioned it in songs, too. Not that Xanxus is still haunted by the dreams, though. But it's not that big a surprise. ]

[ And yes. The hair is special and important and all for him, so he'd better enjoy this. ]

Probably. [ He notes helpfully, with a hint of thoughtfulness in his voice. ] Maybe not as you are now, and probably not alone. But she's pretty damn stupid.

[variaboss]

[ Enjoying the hell out of it. Just giving it lavished affection. Maybe Squalo might remember him giving a huge liger a rather similar bath. But for him, he's just getting all that soap in there. And then rinsing it out. Does Squalo condition? If he doesn't, too bad because Xanxus is going to condition that shit. ]

Definitely not alone. This isn't someone I can take by myself. Though a nice bomb triggered to her seat might do it. She sits down and boom! A nice big firebomb, take out the entire top floor of this place.

[sharktrash]

[ Of course he conditions. Imagine the split ends otherwise, trimming would never be enough. He's got a big dumb smile smirk on his face all the while, too. Might even make some pleased purr-like sounds at it. Shit, that feels good. ]

Yeah, that might be enough firepower. But we still need a plan. [ Oh look, there's a "we" now. ] People with... supernatural abilities, preferably, since she's got those. Might be good to document what we know she can do in the meantime.

[variaboss]

[ The purr he likes. It reminds Xanxus of how much he really would like to break into Artolo's apartment and just steal all of his cats. Squalo isn't one, but this is...almost good enough. Besides, he really likes the feeling of that hair, wet and heavy. ]

Might be good. I wouldn't discount some music shit like Predator has. And I don't know how we're going to look for others with skills like mine. It might be a bit obvious if we put out poll about it. But Sqaulo, whatever we do, the longer we wait, the harder it's going to be to do it. We don't know what she's doing or planning and that...that I would really love to know.

[sharktrash]

[ Like seaweeds on a mermaid's head, aren't they. ]

Even if she didn't have it, they might come to her aid. There's telekinesis. Some kind of electric barrier ability. Teleportation. And stabbing people with her bare hands, I guess. [ Snorts. ] Already a bit to work with, eh?

[ He's right, though. The longer they wait, the stronger she'll get. ]

...people outside might know.

[ It's sudden, almost as if the thought just came to him. ]

[ There had been that boy in the club. The one he thought he remembered, who acted like he knew him, who wanted to "talk"... It would have been a bit of a too huge coincidence for there to be two separate weird things going on, right? The dreams, the weird strangers, the CEOs... they had to be parts of one grand scheme. ]

[ He'd gotten an email. ]

[ He'd crumpled it and shoved it in his pocket like six weeks ago. ]

[ He suddenly sits up, eyes wide (whoops). ]

Shit. Where's my coat?

[variaboss]

[ His eyes narrow at that laundry list of powers. He can add whatever music bullshit her pet rock band uses on top of that all. So not easy at all, but Xanxus isn't the sort to pussy out just because it's a little hard. ]

The people on the outside...

[ Those hot twins. They had offered to share information with him along with other things. He hadn't really contacted them since that first time. Maybe he should. Maybe he should contact those... And there's a sudden head knocking against his chin as Squalo sits up ]

FUCKING HELL! Your coat? Fuck if I know where it is. Did you take it off when you came in here to take up my bath?

[sharktrash]

[ There's probably more, too, but it might be a while until they discover it. ]

[ Haha whoops. ]

I should have! [ He goes all up into Xanxus' face, grinning. ] I've got a contact. We can fuckin call them up right now and arrange a meeting. I'd bet he'll have something useful.

[variaboss]

[ He's sort of grinning back. ] I'll get your damn pants. We might have to call from a payphone or something outside. Fuck only knows if they can monitor our calls. I can see if I can arrange a thing with those girls I met too. Now, stay the fuck put. I don't want you dripping all over my bathroom.

[ He's go to rescue Squalo's pants and hope that the contact info will still be there. ]

[sharktrash]

Well duh, I ain't putting my name to this shit right after that bitch tried to have me retrained.

[ He rests his chin on his arm on the edge of the bath and watches Xanxus rummage in his clothes. It's actually rather disappointing he's feeling like shit right now. ]

Aw, and here I thought you'd join me in the tub.

[variaboss]

[ Retrained. So that explains some shit. It's a good thing nothing got erased then. At least nothing important.

He gets the phone and comes back and raises an eyebrow. ]

You want me to join you? Fine. But you have to make that call.

[ And guess who is just going to step into the bath, clothing and all, holding the phone out. ]

[sharktrash]

[ shrieks a little ]

The fuck?! You'll get wet!

[ Still, he takes the phone, still wincing a bit at Xanxus' clothes getting soaked, and looks up "Yamamoto". ]

Aw shucks. He's only got an email.

[ He starts typing, though of course he could always call someone else if calling is supposed to be part of the game... ]