Fashionably Late -Active-Open

[infuriarsi]

Characters: Xanxus, Squalo, OPEN
Setting: Entrance Hall
Time: Late Day 008
Summary: Xanxus arrives and no, he's not too pleased about it.
Warnings: Language?

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[infuriarsi]

There was always a game plan, something or anything to make up for when something went wrong. Had he ever planned for something like this? Kidnapped was never on the plausibility list. It wouldn't be possible for any of his enemies to pull something over his head, not with his men around. But seeing as they were where they were, someone had failed to do their job. That in itself was enough to make him as angry as he was.

Squalo's irritated voice bounced against his ear. His expression grew darker, the useless little shit wasn't doing them any help by shouting in what he registered as a mild panic. It was all up to him to call the shots, figure out how to get them out of this ridiculous mess. He didn't care how much blood had to be spilled, they weren't going to stay. He had to think of what to do, he had to be prepared because if he wasn't then that little bastard whining at him would only get worse. Just whining and whining, the very thought of it just angered him. His hand balled into a fist, no matter what he did that obnoxious mouth would shout at him.

"Quiet," was all he would say through his gritted teeth. His thoughts procuring the best of him and turning itself into something physical. Xanxus threw a punch to his subordinate, straight and square to the jaw and enough strength to knock him off his feet. There would be more complaining and more screaming once that back hit the floor but damn it felt good.