006 - [TIS A MERE FLESH WOUND!]
[The first thing that Squalo became aware of was the pain shooting through his arm. Or at least what remained of it. He looked down to the bleeding stump, feeling a mixture of emotions here. Mostly. . . Confusion. Yes. Alot of this confusion. . . Because this was not the last place he remembered being.
This was not where he had been certain that he would die. Certainly not the destroyed base that he'd been trying to hold off Zakuro in. . .]
" . .fucking. . fuck. . ." [The words were hissed out angrily as he pulled himself up, using his remaining arm to help balance himself against the wall as he glanced around. It appeared to be an empty apartment of some sort. . .and there seemed to be no one else around. . So after a few more moments (and quite a bit of help from the wall) he made his way out the door.
Not that he would admit it, but he really wasn't feeling too great at the moment. It was the lightheaded feeling and weakness that bothered him the most. He was absolutely covered in his own blood, missing his primary weapon (andhisfuckingarm) and in a completely unfamiliar location.
Getting outside of the apartment did not make things any better - this wasn't Namimori.]
" . . . . . .v-voiiii! Fucking frog. . I swear if this is your doing I'm going to rip you to fucking shreds!"
[It wasn't as strong as his word usually came out to be, but that's likely because. Well. Obvious things. And this was not the time for their retarded mist to start playing fucking games with him. He did not approve.]
This was not where he had been certain that he would die. Certainly not the destroyed base that he'd been trying to hold off Zakuro in. . .]
" . .fucking. . fuck. . ." [The words were hissed out angrily as he pulled himself up, using his remaining arm to help balance himself against the wall as he glanced around. It appeared to be an empty apartment of some sort. . .and there seemed to be no one else around. . So after a few more moments (and quite a bit of help from the wall) he made his way out the door.
Not that he would admit it, but he really wasn't feeling too great at the moment. It was the lightheaded feeling and weakness that bothered him the most. He was absolutely covered in his own blood, missing his primary weapon (andhisfuckingarm) and in a completely unfamiliar location.
Getting outside of the apartment did not make things any better - this wasn't Namimori.]
" . . . . . .v-voiiii! Fucking frog. . I swear if this is your doing I'm going to rip you to fucking shreds!"
[It wasn't as strong as his word usually came out to be, but that's likely because. Well. Obvious things. And this was not the time for their retarded mist to start playing fucking games with him. He did not approve.]