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VOOOII, so who else wants to go get fucking drunk and forget yesterday ever happened?
[Filtered to Varia, Vongola + Kasai minus Mukuro after fifteen minutes of deliberation, Mukuro is added back into the filter. Fucker. + Spanner & Irie || Video]
[Squalo looks tired and nursing a particularly short fuse today.]
Roll call, please tell ( Read more... )
VOOOII, so who else wants to go get fucking drunk and forget yesterday ever happened?
[Filtered to Varia, Vongola + Kasai minus Mukuro after fifteen minutes of deliberation, Mukuro is added back into the filter. Fucker. + Spanner & Irie || Video]
[Squalo looks tired and nursing a particularly short fuse today.]
Roll call, please tell ( Read more... )
Even still, that grin is there, though strained and tired.]
I'm up for getting wasted if you are. Me, Mammon and the dynamite brat are all accounted for. I got separated from them though.
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[He sounds pretty business-like, until he can't hold back the question. And it might be a bit more personal than strictly to give Xanxus a report on everyone's status. It's not like he cares if you live or die, Bel, of course not, he's just curious.]
...yours or theirs?
[Squalo's question is an obvious reference to the dried blood, considering his eyes are glued to them.]
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Mostly mine. It stopped bleeding sometime early this morning.
[It was obvious it was still bleeding a little. Bel had either gotten very good at controlling his urges, or he was keeping his eyes closed and trying to ignore it.]
But some of it's theirs.
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[Squalo's eyes narrowed at the wound as he thinned his lips in concern disapproval.]
Can you make it home on your own, or...?
[Or should I go drag you back?]
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[He pauses though, his grin faltering slightly.]
Ah... But I put myself here for a reason. It's been so long... Yesterday only made it worse. Shishishi... You might need to come get me to make sure I don't... play with anyone on my way home...
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[The I'll be there in ten minutes goes unsaid, of course.]
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[He pauses, as if listening for any sounds near by. After a moment the video jars as Bel pulls himself to his feet and looks out of the alley.]
Ah~ You're in luck. I'm only about five miles away from home.
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[DEADPAN OF DOOM]
...or, there's a fucking GPS in the communicator. Might want to use that.
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[That grin says he's never once touched the GPS and doesn't plan on it anytime soon.]
Shishishi... I could always try my way back home alone, if you don't want to come.
[Though judging from the stain on the ground where he was sitting before and the way he's leaning against the wall, he probably lost too much blood to even walk straight for a while. Some may have not tried to actually stop the bleeding.]
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It's like you don't want me to go.
[With a roll of his eyes, Squalo stands up and reaches for the communicator.]
Stay where you are.
[Two minutes later, Squalo's running on rooftops, looking for Bel.]
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[Even still, he makes no move to even push away from the wall he's leaning back against and simply waits.]
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Finding Bel was a bit of a chore, though, and it took him about ten minutes more to find the Prince. He slid down the alley, metal hand against a wall, breaking his fall, until he landed on his feet in front of the prince. It looked worse in person than in video, and Squalo scowled darkly as he gave Bel a disapproving glare.]
You look like shit.
[But he knelt down to take a look and see the extent of the damage the imprudent brat had sustained.]
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But the prince only grins at the shark and pulls the shirt over his head, not caring about jarring any wounds. Mainly, a stab wound on his shoulder that's rather obvious from the angle it was self inflicted and a similar one on his bicep. Both wounds on/near his main knife throwing arm.]
I can imagine~
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Rediscovered your suicidal urges?
[He was teasing and taunting, because anything else was unacceptable, but the hands running along the wounds and checking on his pulse were intent and efficient. Squalo was not a healer. He sucked at healing. But at least he was smart to know this would need more serious... attention, and he was certain he couldn't trust Bel to stay put in the infirmary, not after the madness hit him. The fact he had told him so, himself, spoke of the amount of pressure the Prince had withstood the day before ( ... )
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I lost it, completely. The build up was too much, too much at once. Everyone, everything... You know, they say being near someone you resonate with fights off the Wave apparently? Ah~ I thought I could handle it, like I did on the mountain. But then I was fighting, I was tearing through things with focused precision. And I had Hayato with me, I didn't know how bad it was.
Yesterday was different.
[He stayed quiet, partly to think about if he really wanted to talk about this, partly not to interrupt Squalo. He gave a little grin, not hesitating to crawl onto the shark's back. Bel even went as far as burying his face against Squalo's neck when he mumbled his next reply.]
I wanted blood. I wanted more and more and more. They found me. I wanted theirs... The ability of having a partner around... It brought me back to myself just to see what I was doing. I couldn't stop it though... My blood... I wanted it... I had to... That ecstasy of my own blood ( ... )
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You did what you had to do.
[His tone was clipped, but placating. He wasn't mad at Bel. He was mad at himself. It took a bit of impulse and a slight grunt, but he climbed up to the rooftops using the alley walls. Once above, it was a lot less difficult to make his way towards the communal.]
I don't lose it, in the wavelength. Not as long as I'm touching Yamamoto anyway, or we're resonating. I think he neutralizes that shit somehow, he pulled me out of it in Norad.
[Squalo leaps as they make their way home, feet sure and balance impeccable. Though they must have made a weird sight, going from rooftop to rooftop.]
He wasn't there yesterday.
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