[Thread, Closed] Nothing thicker than blood...
Who: Anemone (canhazjam ) & Squalo (notolddamnit ).
Where: Squalo's apartment (building), Elysium
When: April 29th, night, after this phone call.
Summary: Hey, Squalo. Remember your baby sister?
Rating: R-ish, maybe. For Squalo's mouth.
Other: Don't you wish you had a baby sister too?
Squalo was busy. He had a column to write, an entire police department to mock and two tanks of fish to feed.
And his baby sister was waiting for him in the lobby.
Squalo hadn't seen Anemone since she was seven - and he was twenty - at which point their mother pretty much informed him he was just in the way and couldn't he just get lost already? He hadn't seen head or tail of the girl since then, though he'd gotten word from the University that she was a student there. Former teachers were bad drinking partners, they thought he cared about them or something.
So there he was, storming downstairs - the lift was too slow and he needed to let out some furious energy - to meet his baby sister in a pair of jeans and a loose sweater, and yet still looking like a caged-and-about-to-break-free beast, reading glasses and all. He wondered what she'd done with herself. If she'd kept her hair or dyed it something less outstanding. If she'd still wrinkle her nose if he poked it.
Above all, he wondered what the fuck had possessed her to seek him out and who the fuck was responsible.
Where: Squalo's apartment (building), Elysium
When: April 29th, night, after this phone call.
Summary: Hey, Squalo. Remember your baby sister?
Rating: R-ish, maybe. For Squalo's mouth.
Other: Don't you wish you had a baby sister too?
Squalo was busy. He had a column to write, an entire police department to mock and two tanks of fish to feed.
And his baby sister was waiting for him in the lobby.
Squalo hadn't seen Anemone since she was seven - and he was twenty - at which point their mother pretty much informed him he was just in the way and couldn't he just get lost already? He hadn't seen head or tail of the girl since then, though he'd gotten word from the University that she was a student there. Former teachers were bad drinking partners, they thought he cared about them or something.
So there he was, storming downstairs - the lift was too slow and he needed to let out some furious energy - to meet his baby sister in a pair of jeans and a loose sweater, and yet still looking like a caged-and-about-to-break-free beast, reading glasses and all. He wondered what she'd done with herself. If she'd kept her hair or dyed it something less outstanding. If she'd still wrinkle her nose if he poked it.
Above all, he wondered what the fuck had possessed her to seek him out and who the fuck was responsible.