Comments | heyheywhat: [ooc log post] Squalo + Xanxus + Badou.

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[ooc log post] Squalo + Xanxus + Badou. :: COMMENT LOG.

Oct 22, 2008 17:44

Who: Squalo and Xanxus and Badou.
When: After the ITs here and Xanxus's post here.
Where: Varia Headquarters, Italy. Corridor + Squalo's room. Kitchen, main hall, etc. Basically just all over the Varia HQ.
What: TENSIONNNNNNNN and much awkwardness. Xanxus's ~*PRESENCE*~. Explosions, mad laughter, injured Italians and general fucking crazy. Jesus ( Read more... )

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thereal10th October 22 2008, 04:54:31 UTC

Xanxus stood outside of Squalo's bedroom door, his arms crossed over his chest and the pain pills rattling back and forth in the bottle he held in his hand as he impatiently tapped it against his arm. He sighed quietly and absently checked his watch before he glanced down the hallway. Squalo wouldn't be sleeping for much longer; there was no way the swordsman's body would allow him to. That didn't make Xanxus any less impatient for the damn invalid to get there. "Fucking shark..."

nicotine_patch October 22 2008, 05:02:44 UTC

Something downstairs, probably a plant that had been carefully tended to for weeks on end and was just now beginning to bloom, made a crashing, cacophonous noise of shattering ceramic as it fell to the floor. This sound was shortly followed by the ever-increasing-in-volume slap of scummy boots on clean marble, ascending the stair case rapidly.

In no time at all, whirl of ash, red hair, and oddly enough, sticks and leaves from the hedges outside, rounded the corner. The rug bunching up beneath him in his haste, his head snapped around, leaves escaping from his hair. "SQUA-" he started, but that was not Squalo. That was, in fact, the most terrifying person Badou had met to date. "-ohhh," he finished, coming to such an abrupt halt that the wood gave a sharp, jarring CREEEEAK.

heyheywhat October 22 2008, 05:14:57 UTC

Completely oblivious to all, Squalo was slowly but painfully making his way across the length of the house towards his own room. The coffee tables and narrow shelvings containing some decorative ornaments of some kind were particularly helpful, as the swordsman had to pause frequently to take deep breaths, gritting his teeth tightly; his fucking head hurt, his shoulder wasn't feeling any fucking better, and fuck if he didn't want some goddamned pain killers right now.

After a minute of rest Squalo pushed himself off from the wall again with a pained grunt, staggering a little as he turned around the bend; it wasn't so far now. A few more doors down...

thereal10th October 22 2008, 05:25:37 UTC

The crash was certainly noticeable, and Xanxus turned his head to gaze in the direction of the stairwell, especially as he heard shoes thudding against the ground. His immediate thought was that it was Belphegor, as usual, but when an only vaguely familiar shock of red hair came into view, Xanxus snorted and shook his head, turning his gaze away again. He didn't care. Really. "What are you doing here?"

nicotine_patch October 22 2008, 05:34:39 UTC

Badou pulled air into his sick lungs as quickly as possible, trying to catch his breath enough to speak again. He'd run all the way from the train station, his only respite- if you could even call it that- being his brief struggle with the flora in the backyard. "Squalo," he blurted, rasping voice still mildly out of breath. "You said he was- is he okay? What the fuck happened, how badly hurt is he-" He cut off, trying to reel himself in. If Xanxus was this calm, Squalo was probably alright.

...Right?

God, he fucking hated Italians.

He tried to straighten his posture a little, failing, as it just looked like a nervous twitch. Hell, it probably was more of a nervous twitch. "Where is he?"