"We need to pick up Chinese food." She whirled to face him, peering at him intently. "You know where to get some good stuff, right? I don't usually do Chinese food, but Squalo insisted."
She turned back to continue to the car, imperiously ignoring him until they got into the car. Then he got another intense look. "Does Chinese food taste like testicles, usually?"
"Oh, probably. But I've never gone to a Chinese place. I doubt the stuff the staff cooked at home resembles the real thing at all." She sniffed, petulantly. "Just what is Superbi up to, then, telling me to get Chinese that doesn't taste like hairy balls? If it's oily and gross like that, then wouldn't it all taste like...like...hairy balls?"
Irritated at having been left in the car, Anemone scowled at him for the remainder of the drive. "How would I know how he knows? He won't tell me!" She chewed on her lip for a little while, then gave him a sneaky, mischeivous look, figuring she could learn a lot from a more...masculine perspective. "You don't suppose he's gay, do you? Maybe that's why he didn't want you to move in..."
Anemone considered being scandalized for a moment, then decided against it with a burst of laughter. "And I suppose you have a supply of pornography I could use, Reno~?" She asked, smirking sharply. "I don't think he'd give me a straight answer, do you?"
"He would, wouldn't he?" Anemone laughed, just imagining Squalo flipping out and wreaking destruction on some pornography. "Do you know where we could get some? Oh!" Her eyes got a wicked glint to them, and her smirk got sharp - clear and obvious signs that she was up to No Good. "We should get some girl porn!"
Anemone ran a hand through her hair, flipping it over her shoulder tiredly. "Sure. I didn't know you were the masochistic type, Reno." She smirked up at him, showing teeth, looking eerily like her brother. "I'll have to keep that in mind."
Squalo was bored. Thus, he was awkwardly sprawled on his couch, watching his fish eat. The reef weren't so fussy, but it was beef night in the piranha tank, and it was at least entertaining to watch his babies play with their food.
He was hungry, too, and he wondered if Anemone was ever going to come with his damn Chinese.
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She turned back to continue to the car, imperiously ignoring him until they got into the car. Then he got another intense look. "Does Chinese food taste like testicles, usually?"
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He was hungry, too, and he wondered if Anemone was ever going to come with his damn Chinese.
He yawned.
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She wasn't going to let him back out, either.
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Squalo glared at the door as he stomped off the couch and all but tore the door off its hinges, snarling.
"VOOOII, you're fucking late!"
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