12. [Action]

[pfft_scumbag]

[Finally a visit to one of the shops has paid off. Really paid off. Paid off in a way that it actually makes Xanxus smile faintly

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[torrenziale]

[What. The. Hell. That's not something one sees everyday. At least...he doesn't think so. He lifts an eyebrow at the commotion the dark haired man causes as he exits the shop and subtly follows behind, curious.]

[pfft_scumbag]

[Xanxus has somekind of Squalo-radar build in because he notices the other following him immediately. Finally he stops to turn around.]

If it isn't the trash. Took your fucking time to return, not?

[torrenziale]

[He stops in his tracks and glares, hackles raised at being called "trash".]

VOOOI! The hell are you on?! I suggest you watch your tongue.

[pfft_scumbag]

[Xanxus fingers dig themselves in Bester's manes, scratching the lion behind it's ears.]

Ah?

So you go and come back with a fucking mouth on you. Not a wise move, trash.

[torrenziale]

Is that right? Listen, asshole. I don't need to stand around and take this shit from the likes of you.

[pfft_scumbag]

[Wait...what the fuck is wrong with the trash? Well, obviously he is asking for somekind of fucking beating and well, who would Xanxus be to deny Superbia Squalo that.]

Fine.

[Xanxus pulls one gun and loads it with his flame, taking on a stance while he keeps petting Bester. Like there is no care in the world.]

[torrenziale]

[Holy shit! Who is this guy?! Despite warning bells going off in the back of his mind, he narrows his eyes and stands his ground. There's no way he's going to back down! Falling naturally into a fighting stance, he hopes to God he actually knows how to use the sword strapped to his hand.]

[pfft_scumbag]

[There's something odd with Squalo's stance, as if he would not know how the fuck he should use that sword he had been so overly attached to.

The gun glows lightly and Xanxus awaits Squalo's attack.]

Come.

[torrenziale]

[Trusting in his body to remember what he can't, he snarls and takes a swing at the bastard's head, liking nothing more than to slice it off.]

[pfft_scumbag]

[Dumb trash has to be insane and Xanxus simply dodges the sword and fires his gun, not intending to hit the fucker, but to warn him that he should not go and fuck around with his boss]

Pffff...scum.

[torrenziale]

[Okay, that was close. He just manages to dodge the shot. Even so he just can't seem to keep his mouth shut. Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe it's the blow to his pride that this guy is just standing around like nothing happened, but he's not ready to let this go.]

That the best you can do?!

[pfft_scumbag]

[Xanxus looks completely unfazed, not really impressed.]

Ah?

[He draws his second gun and aims them both at Squalo.]

You really want me to blow your annoying head off.

[torrenziale]

Can you? [His eyes travel from the barrels of those guns to the other man's face, and then he smirks.]

You missed last time.

[pfft_scumbag]

[Then Xanxus is fucking tired of it. He motions at Bester to sit and stay and he starts to approach Squalo. There's something casual in the way he walks but when he's within range of that sword he moves fast.

One gun disappears in the holster right before that fist hits Squalo full in the face.]

But this one hits.

[After that he presses the barrel right under Squalo's chin, frowning.]

You need to know your place, Kasuzame.

[torrenziale]

[The business end of that gun is still warm from the last shot. He swallows hard against it but refuses to be intimidated. Letting out a breathy laugh, he's about to say something about "knowing his place" when the rest of the man's words catches up to him. The smirk falls off his face.]

...what did you call me?

[pfft_scumbag]

[Xanxus has a firm hold on the other's collar and he presses the barrel harder against Squalo's skin. Trash has no reason to laugh.]

Do not ever disobey me, piece of shit.

[He ignores Squalo's question since he's also not in a position to ask any goddamn question.]