It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep [Closed]
Characters: Superbi Squalo, Xanxus
Location: Xanxus' apartment at the Communal.
Rating: R, for language and pasta.
Time: July 18, continuing from this log
Description: And now that they're not getting killed by their respective shadow, the awkwardness may begin.
It wasn't next door, exactly, but it might as well be. Squalo balanced on the arm of the couch, snarling as he rubbed a ball of cotton and disinfectant on each small mark of the bite. They formed a nice half-circle on his torso, and at least they didn't look infected. But damn if they didn't hurt, and some of them were bleeding still from his small encounter with Xanxus' shadow. All in all, Squalo was not particularly pleased.
The knot he'd hastily put his hair into unraveled, again, and he growled, holding the small cotton ball with his teeth - don't taste it, don't taste it, don't... ew - as he gathered his hair with his hands, holding it high as if he were going to put it up in a pony tail, and instead tied it like a rope. Then he spat the cotton ball into his hand and went back to slowly cleaning the wounds, painting them a dark brown with iodine.
"You sure you don't have a hairband?" He asked, again, giving Xanxus a speculative look.
A hair band would make his life so much easier right now, just by virtue of keeping his hair out of the wounds on his back, where he had a matching pattern of teeth marks. Not to mention that it was a fucking nuisance to wash blood out of his hair.
Location: Xanxus' apartment at the Communal.
Rating: R, for language and pasta.
Time: July 18, continuing from this log
Description: And now that they're not getting killed by their respective shadow, the awkwardness may begin.
It wasn't next door, exactly, but it might as well be. Squalo balanced on the arm of the couch, snarling as he rubbed a ball of cotton and disinfectant on each small mark of the bite. They formed a nice half-circle on his torso, and at least they didn't look infected. But damn if they didn't hurt, and some of them were bleeding still from his small encounter with Xanxus' shadow. All in all, Squalo was not particularly pleased.
The knot he'd hastily put his hair into unraveled, again, and he growled, holding the small cotton ball with his teeth - don't taste it, don't taste it, don't... ew - as he gathered his hair with his hands, holding it high as if he were going to put it up in a pony tail, and instead tied it like a rope. Then he spat the cotton ball into his hand and went back to slowly cleaning the wounds, painting them a dark brown with iodine.
"You sure you don't have a hairband?" He asked, again, giving Xanxus a speculative look.
A hair band would make his life so much easier right now, just by virtue of keeping his hair out of the wounds on his back, where he had a matching pattern of teeth marks. Not to mention that it was a fucking nuisance to wash blood out of his hair.