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"Fuck that discretion bullshit." That shitty boss was bitching - again. "If this is all the transport we're getting, this job can go fuck itself."
Squalo took a deep breath ("So romantic! Like-a-love-boat~!" crooned Lussuria in the background) and thought of all the ways he could kill them once they were on firm land.
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Squalo is perfect too. ♥♥♥
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"The last box turned out to be a camel."
Silence. Then: "What's the ability?"
"Predictably, it spits," Kusakabe reveals. Romario chuckles into a cocktail napkin, wiping the beer off his upper lip.
Two Cinzanos.
"He regularly brings mayo-Nutella sandwiches for lunch."
Romario blinks. "Huh. What a coincidence."
Two Bellinis.
"Reminds me a little of the time Boss fed his horse beer. It turned this color."
"Why'd he do that?" Kusakabe gives him a perplexed glance.
"Drank too many himself and nobody was near him at the time."
Simultaneous grins. "Yours too, huh?"
"Three beers puts Boss under the table."
"Two."
"They're well-suited for each other, then."
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Also, the thought of Kusakabe and Romario divulging secrets to each other (such as the limit of their respective bosses' endurance) amuses me greatly. Thank you!
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Every sound.
It echoed through the night like church bells denoting an oncoming funeral.
A stray tear dare falls.
The pain was almost unbearable.
Betrayal.
Hurt.
Anger.
The mix into a lethal dose of hate.
"Romeo." the word colder than icy tundras of the Antarctic.
"Sorry, dear. It was fun but you know how it is. I guys gotta eat. And the guy paid a nice sum for your death."
She said nothing.
"Aw~ don't be like that." he pouted as he neared her, he was always foolish and too damn air-headed for his own good.
The next day she was lying on a pristine white hospital bed with rumors of a certain man's death circled the underworld.
The Poisoned Scorpion.
The name fits her well.
-fierysuzaku ^-^
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