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Who: pfft_scumbag and torrenziale,
What: Camping
When: Now
Where: THE FOREST
Summary: Regarding recent events, it's a good idea to get out of town before someone dies.
Rating: Pg-13 - There's bound to be "bickering".
That goddamn fountain, and it's goddamn wine, and goddamn Boss for evidently not having a goddamn, super-human liver. "Cazzo di Gesù Cristo," Squalo muttered as he rolled up a long sleeved shirt and stuffed it irritably into a backpack. Everyone in the house had been walking on eggshells for days now, waiting just waiting for the man to blow. It was bit like watching a smoking volcano for an eruption or a clogged artery to cause a heart attack. You don't know when it will happen except that it will. And when it does, it's going to be messy. All you can do is try to mitigate the damage.
Things only got worse when news broke about the love experiment. Squalo didn't know for a fact that Xanxus was affected, but with all the glass he had been picking out of his hair lately, he figured it was safe to assume. That thought made him snicker until he remembered his heart and mind were toyed with as well. Fucking Malnosso. A scowl slowly formed on his face, and he set to lashing a sleeping bag to the bottom of the pack. It was all the more reason to leave for a bit and get his thoughts straight and own temper controlled.
There was also the matter of the recent recruitment. It reminded the swordsman how little they know of this place outside of the village - pathetic no matter how you sliced it and needed to be remedied. Shouldering one backpack and carrying a second just like it, Squalo went downstairs to find the Varia boss.
What: Camping
When: Now
Where: THE FOREST
Summary: Regarding recent events, it's a good idea to get out of town before someone dies.
Rating: Pg-13 - There's bound to be "bickering".
That goddamn fountain, and it's goddamn wine, and goddamn Boss for evidently not having a goddamn, super-human liver. "Cazzo di Gesù Cristo," Squalo muttered as he rolled up a long sleeved shirt and stuffed it irritably into a backpack. Everyone in the house had been walking on eggshells for days now, waiting just waiting for the man to blow. It was bit like watching a smoking volcano for an eruption or a clogged artery to cause a heart attack. You don't know when it will happen except that it will. And when it does, it's going to be messy. All you can do is try to mitigate the damage.
Things only got worse when news broke about the love experiment. Squalo didn't know for a fact that Xanxus was affected, but with all the glass he had been picking out of his hair lately, he figured it was safe to assume. That thought made him snicker until he remembered his heart and mind were toyed with as well. Fucking Malnosso. A scowl slowly formed on his face, and he set to lashing a sleeping bag to the bottom of the pack. It was all the more reason to leave for a bit and get his thoughts straight and own temper controlled.
There was also the matter of the recent recruitment. It reminded the swordsman how little they know of this place outside of the village - pathetic no matter how you sliced it and needed to be remedied. Shouldering one backpack and carrying a second just like it, Squalo went downstairs to find the Varia boss.