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soul_logs2011-09-06 01:10 am
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[CLOSED] He's killed the dog again.
Characters: Fran and Squalo, later Team Charizard.
Location: Squalo's place, later Team Charizard's HQ.
Rating: R, for Squalo's mouth and Team Charizard.
Time: December 13th, evening.
Description: Varia do dinner Varia style.
Squalo got home from his shift, after a quick grocery run, and dropped into bed with a little, content sigh. He liked keeping himself busy, to be honest, and Xanxus had been almost... complacent, lately. Except his little outbursts of boredom-induced stalkery which were somewhere between creepy and mortifying. If only he could find a decent partner, everything would be set. That might even get Xanxus to tone down the damn sneering.
About fifteen minutes later, he found himself shuffling in for a bath as he wondered what permutation of BEEF he'd be serving Boss for dinner. It still amazed Squalo sometimes, that Xanxus could be so damn anal retentive about his fucking beef and he still ate shit like cup noddles.
Cup noddles, for Christ's sake!
He stepped out of the small bathroom with his hair braided out of the way and surveyed the cramped kitchen with something like doomed resignation. One of these days, he was going to get a third job, and hire some idiot to do this instead. Xanxus probably wouldn't even notice so long as the steak was well done.
Location: Squalo's place, later Team Charizard's HQ.
Rating: R, for Squalo's mouth and Team Charizard.
Time: December 13th, evening.
Description: Varia do dinner Varia style.
Squalo got home from his shift, after a quick grocery run, and dropped into bed with a little, content sigh. He liked keeping himself busy, to be honest, and Xanxus had been almost... complacent, lately. Except his little outbursts of boredom-induced stalkery which were somewhere between creepy and mortifying. If only he could find a decent partner, everything would be set. That might even get Xanxus to tone down the damn sneering.
About fifteen minutes later, he found himself shuffling in for a bath as he wondered what permutation of BEEF he'd be serving Boss for dinner. It still amazed Squalo sometimes, that Xanxus could be so damn anal retentive about his fucking beef and he still ate shit like cup noddles.
Cup noddles, for Christ's sake!
He stepped out of the small bathroom with his hair braided out of the way and surveyed the cramped kitchen with something like doomed resignation. One of these days, he was going to get a third job, and hire some idiot to do this instead. Xanxus probably wouldn't even notice so long as the steak was well done.