[closed, in progress]
Who: Lussuria solegaio and Xanxus boss_san
When: 23rd of April, late at night. [backdated]
Where: The main hall
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After this log, Lussuria responds to the calls through the communicator and comes to pick up his injured boss.
The voice coming from the device stuck around his wrist catches Lussuria’s attention. His eyebrows knit together as he rises and exits his room, heading down one floor. As usual, there’s a little bounce in his step; worry doesn’t even enter his mind until he reaches the lounge and takes notice of the red splatters decorating the area... And there’s Xanxus, laying on the floor with blood starting to pool around his body.
The man enters the area cautiously. It would be foolish for a trained assassin to just rush in; whoever did this could still be lingering, after all. But the lounge indeed seems empty, save for the two Varia members.
“Boss?” the kickboxer inquires as he kneels, pulling off a glove to lay a couple fingers against Xanxus’ neck, feeling for a pulse.
The state of unconciousness was actually something pleasant. There was no fucking pain or those damn thoughts crossing his mind. And it stayed that way -at least- until there was the sound of a voice close to his ear and two fingers pressed against his neck. A groan escaped his mouth as he stirred, slowly opening his eyes again, not able to make anything of the blurry spot above him.
And his entire body just fucking hurt. Like a fucking truck just ran over him. It wasn’t like Xanxus wasn’t used to pain but damn, this wasn’t something he had planned. Every fucking thing wasn’t going as he had planned.
“Hnn...?”
“Well thaaat’s a relief~” Consciousness was certainly an improvement, but it wasn’t doing much to curb the worry etched into the flamboyant man’s features. Not just anyone could injure his boss this badly, even without his flames.Lussuria wisely chooses to refrain from asking questions despite reeeally wanting to know who was responsible. He’d find out only if the other man felt like sharing, after all. Plus it wouldn’t be that good of an idea to pester a wounded Xanxus for answers.“My, doesn’t this look nasty~” He clucks his tongue once he gets a closer look at the gash in his boss’ arm; he’s no doctor, but common sense is all that’s needed for the man to decide to staunch the blood flow a little. With a little hum, Lussuria shrugs out of his jacket and starts working at the buttons of his shirt.“I’ll take care of that for now, kay~?"
“Tr-ash?...” Xanxus uttered, not really able to connect the threads correctly. He was unable to focus, the person above him was one big blur. Probably there still was some part of his mind thinking that this was Squalo and somehow he couldn’t make the connection that the strange green dot on top of the blurry person pretty much meant that it wasn’t the swordsman at all.
Despite all the pain Xanxus forced himself to move, trying to bend his fingers and that one leg that got completely destroyed during the fight. He wasn’t the person that would give in to anything, and definitely not to any fucking injury. He went through worse.
When: 23rd of April, late at night. [backdated]
Where: The main hall
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After this log, Lussuria responds to the calls through the communicator and comes to pick up his injured boss.
The voice coming from the device stuck around his wrist catches Lussuria’s attention. His eyebrows knit together as he rises and exits his room, heading down one floor. As usual, there’s a little bounce in his step; worry doesn’t even enter his mind until he reaches the lounge and takes notice of the red splatters decorating the area... And there’s Xanxus, laying on the floor with blood starting to pool around his body.
The man enters the area cautiously. It would be foolish for a trained assassin to just rush in; whoever did this could still be lingering, after all. But the lounge indeed seems empty, save for the two Varia members.
“Boss?” the kickboxer inquires as he kneels, pulling off a glove to lay a couple fingers against Xanxus’ neck, feeling for a pulse.
The state of unconciousness was actually something pleasant. There was no fucking pain or those damn thoughts crossing his mind. And it stayed that way -at least- until there was the sound of a voice close to his ear and two fingers pressed against his neck. A groan escaped his mouth as he stirred, slowly opening his eyes again, not able to make anything of the blurry spot above him.
And his entire body just fucking hurt. Like a fucking truck just ran over him. It wasn’t like Xanxus wasn’t used to pain but damn, this wasn’t something he had planned. Every fucking thing wasn’t going as he had planned.
“Hnn...?”
“Well thaaat’s a relief~” Consciousness was certainly an improvement, but it wasn’t doing much to curb the worry etched into the flamboyant man’s features. Not just anyone could injure his boss this badly, even without his flames.Lussuria wisely chooses to refrain from asking questions despite reeeally wanting to know who was responsible. He’d find out only if the other man felt like sharing, after all. Plus it wouldn’t be that good of an idea to pester a wounded Xanxus for answers.“My, doesn’t this look nasty~” He clucks his tongue once he gets a closer look at the gash in his boss’ arm; he’s no doctor, but common sense is all that’s needed for the man to decide to staunch the blood flow a little. With a little hum, Lussuria shrugs out of his jacket and starts working at the buttons of his shirt.“I’ll take care of that for now, kay~?"
“Tr-ash?...” Xanxus uttered, not really able to connect the threads correctly. He was unable to focus, the person above him was one big blur. Probably there still was some part of his mind thinking that this was Squalo and somehow he couldn’t make the connection that the strange green dot on top of the blurry person pretty much meant that it wasn’t the swordsman at all.
Despite all the pain Xanxus forced himself to move, trying to bend his fingers and that one leg that got completely destroyed during the fight. He wasn’t the person that would give in to anything, and definitely not to any fucking injury. He went through worse.