(no subject)
Characters: Naminé, Watson & Squalo.
Where: Squalo's apartment.
Rating: PG-13, maybe R, for Squalo's mouth
Time: August 1st, evening. After these conversations, dinner with Yamamoto and Xanxus' dinner.
Description: Naminé somehow talked Squalo into letting her take a look at his back. She brought reinforcements.
[Squalo closed the door to Xanxus' apartment and took a moment to sigh. Surprisingly, no furniture had found its way into his head tonight. That was definite improvement. With a snort he walked over to his own apartment, mulling over his talk with Yamamoto, wanting another beer, and to braid his hair again and get the shirt off. Goddamn was it hot tonight or what? Well, they were in the middle of the desert, it seemed.]
VOOOII, it just goddamn figures.
[Grumbling, he shrugged off the shirt and threw it on the bed, walking over to the fridge to find said beer. Oh, and then there was that stubborn girl to deal with, too. Damnit.]
Where: Squalo's apartment.
Rating: PG-13, maybe R, for Squalo's mouth
Time: August 1st, evening. After these conversations, dinner with Yamamoto and Xanxus' dinner.
Description: Naminé somehow talked Squalo into letting her take a look at his back. She brought reinforcements.
[Squalo closed the door to Xanxus' apartment and took a moment to sigh. Surprisingly, no furniture had found its way into his head tonight. That was definite improvement. With a snort he walked over to his own apartment, mulling over his talk with Yamamoto, wanting another beer, and to braid his hair again and get the shirt off. Goddamn was it hot tonight or what? Well, they were in the middle of the desert, it seemed.]
VOOOII, it just goddamn figures.
[Grumbling, he shrugged off the shirt and threw it on the bed, walking over to the fridge to find said beer. Oh, and then there was that stubborn girl to deal with, too. Damnit.]