18 :: It's 5 o'clock somewhere...[Action/Voice/Written]
[Squalo was set to spend yet another dull afternoon alone in Yuki's apartment when his memories came flooding back much to his relief...and subsequent horror.
There was Mammon convincing him she was his adopted daughter - that little rat. He'll get her for that one. Then there was running into Xanxus and...oh. Oh, shit. Shitshitshitshit That's right. He tried quit his job. He reneged on his vow! Fucking hell. Why didn't he just try to cut his goddamn hair while he was at it?! He may as well have. Xanxus is going to kill him.
It takes him a while (he won't admit how long) to find his way out of the illusion Mammon established to keep him inside the apartment. There is probably a good reason for it being there, but right now, he doesn't care. He needs a goddamn drink to steady his nerves. Squalo leaves what few possessions he has and makes his way to Good Spirits. If you need him, he'll be there punishing his liver.]
[Voice: Filtered to Mammon//60% Unhackable]
Mammon. Dearest, darling, apple of my eye, this is your doting father speaking. If you ever, ever put an illusion like that on me again, I will Run You Through.
[Written: Filtered to Xanxus//97% Unhackable]
[He taps his pen a few before scratching out a message, keeping it short and direct. After all, apologies and excuses don't carry much weight with the Varia boss.]
Vow still holds.
There was Mammon convincing him she was his adopted daughter - that little rat. He'll get her for that one. Then there was running into Xanxus and...oh. Oh, shit. Shitshitshitshit That's right. He tried quit his job. He reneged on his vow! Fucking hell. Why didn't he just try to cut his goddamn hair while he was at it?! He may as well have. Xanxus is going to kill him.
It takes him a while (he won't admit how long) to find his way out of the illusion Mammon established to keep him inside the apartment. There is probably a good reason for it being there, but right now, he doesn't care. He needs a goddamn drink to steady his nerves. Squalo leaves what few possessions he has and makes his way to Good Spirits. If you need him, he'll be there punishing his liver.]
[Voice: Filtered to Mammon//60% Unhackable]
Mammon. Dearest, darling, apple of my eye, this is your doting father speaking. If you ever, ever put an illusion like that on me again, I will Run You Through.
[Written: Filtered to Xanxus//97% Unhackable]
[He taps his pen a few before scratching out a message, keeping it short and direct. After all, apologies and excuses don't carry much weight with the Varia boss.]
Vow still holds.