interstellar5555 | "Il bugiardo deve avere buona memoria."

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

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[Well, if it does, it's at least in good company. Luci gets ideas all the time.]

You know for a guy who goes around causing problems in shopping malls, you're surprisingly focused on what's fair. [Luci turns her head as far as she can and gives him a judging twist of her lips before settling back onto him.] Yeah, it's unfair, but we don't make the rules. Even if you tried to take the fall, Squalo, she'd be right back at me before your body was cold. This isn't an either-or situation. So honestly? I'd-- I'd rather have you here to handle my aftercare than not.

[ Good good. ]

[ He returns that judging expression with the flattest look and light shrug of his own. ]

Hey, even hooligans can have their own rules. [ He scowls and leans back against the tub almost with a hint of irritation. ] If that's what you want.

[ Is he saying he won't run right back to her office? Kinda. For the near future, anyway. ]

[ A moment later; ]

We could leave, you know.

[The suggestion makes her go cold, even though she's in a tub full of hot water. She even curls into herself a little, the thought of leaving Pride unpleasant as it rolls around in her head. It's terrifying, though she's trying not to show it to Squalo, who must think she's not afraid of anything.]

And go where? And do what? Squalo-- [She turns around awkwardly so she can look him in the eyes.] A lot of shit is fucked up right now, I hardly know which end is up nowadays, I know I'm being used by Santiago but... [She puts her forehead on his shoulder.] I can't hide. I have to be seen, I have to sing or it'll build up in my head and leave me braindead. The only time things feel alright is when I'm performing in front of people. Hundreds of people. Booze, coke, it doesn't stop this insane need I have to make people listen to me. Not anymore.

[ Ah. Whoops. Well, at least now he knows what's keeping her here, although he still thinks she's seeing it too black and white. ]

You could still do it. People would still come to see you if you weren't part of a label. You're Lucifer. [ He'll even put his good arm around her and everything. ] There'd just be the issue of clearing out fast enough for her goons not to catch up with you.

You have a lot of confidence in my ability to draw a crowd. [She orients herself carefully until they're cuddling comfortably with her head on his shoulder.]

She'll bury me. Even if I never see her again, she'll starve me of my audiences until I'm wasting away. I've never needed something more than seeing those people reaching out for me like I'm their--

[God.]

--inspiration.

[ He absently strokes her belly with his thumb. ]

Then we've just got to kill her, right? Take her out of the picture. Nobody to get in your way.

[Luci snorts and turns around until she's laying front-to-front with him.]

Yeah, sure, if you find a way to murder someone who can put their hand through somebody's chest, I'll happily help you with that nonsense.

[ Oh yay he's got boobies pressing against his chest. Today's not a bad day after all. (Talk about living in the moment.) ]

I think I can figure something out. [ In the meantime, he's got an armful of Satan and he's very pleased with it. He may not be trying to imply anything (yet), but that grip isn't getting any looser. ] The starting point is probably: don't come at them chest first.

[Obviously it's a great morning if you have Satan's tits on you. Luci seems very comfortable with her naked proximity to Squalo and his holding her. She laughs, and rolls her eyes.]

Brilliant strategy, I'll get right on that. Don't think I have the technical down just yet-- [And she smooshes her chest against him to indicate.]

[ Absolutely. Even makes you forget the nasty brain torture. Mostly. ]

[ He snorts, prodding two of his mechanical fingers against her sternum. His other hand is finding its way to rest over one of her buttcheeks by now. ]

What the fuck did I just say.

'I'm gonna put my hand on your ass'? [She offers helpfully, sitting up in the bath and straddling his legs. He's got a lot of wet god to himself right now, and Luci seems to like it that way.]

Maybe I should come at you with something else first.

Not quite. [ Continuing to talk about hand impaling capabilities seems like a waste, though. (Speaking of which, has Luci seen his scars yet? There's a huge ugly one right in the middle of his chest, slightly to the left, as if something as thick as an arm had gone through it.) ] But you know what, I actually like this version better.

[ She gets a playful squeeze for that, but he doesn't really move otherwise, remaining with his back rested against the tub. ]

[It's a real shame that her body can't quite keep up with her libido at the moment. Squalo's gentle enough, but she took a rough session from Lesedi after her run-in with Squalo, so the squeeze makes Luci wince slightly.]

Easy there.

[ Such a shame indeed. Then again, Squalo probably wouldn't put up a good show as he is now either. ]

[ He looks at her for a moment, then gives her butt a gentle pat in the same place before removing his hand and resting it on the edge of the bath. That's as much of an apology as she's getting. ]

[That's about as much as she needs. Luci settles back down with her arms draped loosely around Squalo's neck and sighs.] Rain check? I don't think either of us need any more exertion than we've already gotten.

[ He makes a displeased noise. ] Yeah. Fucking bitch. [ Lesedi, that is. ]

Fucking bitch. [Luci agrees, resettling to lay on Squalo comfortably.] If I'm stretching out because of her, I'm going to be so pissed.

[That's the only way to get through it: stupid humor that isn't funny at all.]

[ He snorts. ] I can test that for you, but maybe later. [ MUCH LATER. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, he's starting to wonder if he doesn't have several rib fractures at least. ]

"Il bugiardo deve avere buona memoria."

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