I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out

[variaboss]

Who: Xanxus and YOU
What: after "mysteriously disappearing" guess who's suddenly back
When: 3 December
Where: Pride HQ and around town
Warnings: sighs Xanxus should be his own warning. Mentions of violence, physical injury/torture, branding, drug use, alcohol use, swearing, will add as needed.


I - Pride HQ
They finally let him out of the damn infirmary. Honestly, he probably should have stayed there a few more days, but Xanxus being Xanxus totally ingratiated himself to the nurses by hitting on them and thus, he had been shoved out the door to stop him from harassing them more. No big deal right?

Well, it should be because he's sort of limping his way from the infirmary back to the elevator in not but a hospital gown. But he's not embarrassed at all. No. He looks damn proud of himself, like he isn't wearing more cuts and bruises and stitches than any one person should have. He might even be whistling a little as he goes.

II - Chez Carnie
Shithole sweet shithole. It's sort of nice to get back to this place that he calls home. He doesn't really expect anyone there waiting for him. No...that's not these people. He has a fragment of that memory but he still can't put a face on the owner of those arms in that memory. Besides, he's not falling through this door. He's just going to walk right in as if he hadn't been gone. He's heading straight to his room. He needs his leathers if he's ever going to feel normal again.

III. Some bar in town
Should someone as heavily injured as Xanxus even be walking to some nightclub? Does it matter? Because what does a man want with his first night of freedom after unwilling captivity? Hit the clubs of course. Chicks dig bruises and scars and he can spin a hell of a lie if he wants to. Besides, he's itching for some alcohol that isn't monitored by the label. It's a pretty good chance that he'll be found sitting rather gingerly at the bar nursing a bottle of tequila. He ignores all the questions that might come his way with a "Buy me another drink and maybe I'll tell you."

IV. Wild card
Anything else you want to do, go for it!

Comments

[variaboss]

Or he can just be the one she focuses on so that others can sneak under her nose. Mostly because laying low and playing nice doesn't seem to be right. It goes against everything he is. She had fucking hired him because of his shitty attitude. She doesn't get to pick and choose who gets that attitude.

"Don't lie. Even like this, I'd totally rock your world if I did you." Because fuck you jokes go both ways. "And you look like Rapunzel. I'm surprised your fans haven't tried to cut off bits of that mop of yours." Yet, there is is. That nagging feeling. That fleeting memory of long white hair.

[sharktrash]

Too early for that, man. Nobody's sneaking around just yet. Though now that you mention it, playing nice does fucking suck for some reason.

His eyes narrow slightly, because he's totally not going to be the one getting done, thanks, but the grin doesn't falter.

"Careful. I might get the impression you're actually hitting on me." Discussing the impact of a potential spitefuck while riding up an elevator. How many bad pornos started this way again? But nah, too bad, this is obviously just casual conversation to someone like them.

"They have," he points out simply and shrugs. Something tells him he's being too nonchalant about this, though. Isn't the very topic of his hair getting cut, under whatever circumstances, supposed to be taboo? How strange. He had that vague memory of promising to grow it, but surely there wasn't that much weight behind it.

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"Dude, if I was hitting on you, you'd know. Mostly because I'd have to be be drunk or high to want to tap you. God only knows where you've been. You need a sign or something." He holds a hand up to his chest level. "Must be this tall to ride."

Yeah. A little low even for him but hey, giving this guy crap is actually making him forget how much he hurts right now. "Not surprised really. Fans love that sort of shit. They're always after my feathers." Cat toys...whatever. He doesn't have the racoon tail, but surely it's only a matter of time. "But that shit's all white now. Ever think of dying it crazy rainbow colors?"

[sharktrash]

And there we go, a twitch in his cheek again. He's practically itching to hit the guy, but no. Like hell he's giving him a chance to whine about how he can only hope to win when he's basically stitched back together. "I'm clean," he finally spits, scowling at him, "and fuck you, I'm not a fucking slut."

...that probably really depends on who you'd ask.

"The crazy ones, at least." Squalo's all for giving out autographs and shit, but he's quite unsettled about people trying to get pieces of him. Or dig through his trash. Such is the cost of fame, he guesses. "No. White's supreme."

[variaboss]

Hit him now and he'll gloat forever that only one way Squalo can beat him is when he's already in a world of hurt. "I thought we established that there's no way I'm fucking you." Well, not yet at least. Sharky might still grow on him.

"And giving what you play, you're going to get a fuckton of crazies." He should know. He had been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. "And I guess if you like looking like some old geezer than sure white's okay. Whoever the fuck did you though, they did a damn good job of it. Can't even see your roots." He shrugs and waits for the elevator to ding.

[sharktrash]

Exactly. Can't have that happen. "You seem to have the delusion that I'd want you to," he sneers. Which is... well, mostly true. The guy's fucking hot, but he's a collossal dick.

"That was me," he says blankly, because he has been dying his head hair. Now that Xanxus mentions the roots, though, he's suddenly suspicious. "Wait."

Thank fuck for fancy elevators with mirrors in them, because he's totally getting all up in one of them and inspecting his hair. And his eyebrows, and his lashes. All flawlessly white, no sign of ashen blonde even though it's been weeks since he's dyed it now.

"Holy shit."

[variaboss]

He waits for the asshole to get off the damn elevator so he can get to his own floor. But instead the dick hold the elevator up by checking himself out in the reflective mirrors. Fucking vein dick. He's hurting here. Now is not the time to check yourself out in the damn mirror.

The reaction is instinctive and instantaneous. It doesn't matter how hurt he is, he steps forward and ends up punching Squalo in the back of the head. "Check yourself out later, you piece of shit. You're holding up my goddamn elevator!" Sure, it had been his fault for pointing out the lack of roots, but that doesn't mean he's going to accept that blame.

[sharktrash]

Yep, his forehead hits the mirror, and he snaps around instantly, rubbing it. "Vooooooi!! Fuck you, too!"

...that's it for his retaliation, though. Because Xanxus is too hurt for a fistfight, obviously, not because he feels like that's as much as he's allowed to do.

And he's finally going to step out. While waving a middle finger at the other man, probably, but still.