[What. The. Hell. That's not something one sees everyday. At least...he doesn't think so. He lifts an eyebrow at the commotion the dark haired man causes as he exits the shop and subtly follows behind, curious.]
[It is painfully obvious this crazy bastard could kill him easily at this point. In the back of his mind, he knows he should be afraid, and his heart is racing, but he finds he's more intrigued than anything.]
And who the fuck are you that I should caaaare what you say?
[They are too close at the moment for him to defend himself with his sword. If he could reach the second of the man's guns; however, that might turn the tables.]
[Seriously? Part of him thinks it could be true, but another part thinks he could just be a guy on a power trip trying to fuck with him. Either way, he's not standing for it.]
My boss? Hell of a way to treat your employees. [He quickly reaches out for the holstered gun and takes hold of it.]
[How typical of Squalo to just say all the wrong things. And having the fucking nerve to touch his guns. Whatever the fuck is wrong with Squalo, Xanxus decides that it's not of his concern.
He turns to slam his elbow in Squalo's stomach followed by the good old 'boot to the face'.
Do not touch my guns.
[In the meanwhile Bester makes himself comfortable on the ground, yawning.]
[One moment he's about to turn the tide of their little discussion and the next he's sprawled on the ground with the wind knocked out of him faster than he can think. Gasping for breath, he gets back up on his feet. Don't touch the guns. That's definitely mentally noted, but it doesn't stop his mouth from running.]
Yeah, well, next time you want to dance, just fucking ask, or I might get the wrong idea.
[As he gingerly touches his face to see if anything is broken, he takes into strong consideration the fact that he's bruised but not dead. There's probably something to be said about that. Maybe the guy was telling the truth.]
[Xanxus steps back again and tucks the gun back in it's holster. He looks annoyed and before Squalo even thinks of trying to get up he kicks him in the gut for good measure.]
Annoying piece of trash.
[He turns to join Bester again, motioning at the lion to make it get up again.]
[He has no clue what his "purpose" is. This guy knows things, things that he needs to know. Unfortunately, the guy with the lion also isn't being forthcoming, and he's starting to get more frustrated than annoyed.]
If it's just to be your punching bag, the job better come with damn good benefits, or I'm turning my notice now.
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And who the fuck are you that I should caaaare what you say?
[They are too close at the moment for him to defend himself with his sword. If he could reach the second of the man's guns; however, that might turn the tables.]
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My boss? Hell of a way to treat your employees. [He quickly reaches out for the holstered gun and takes hold of it.]
And I'm not trash.
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He turns to slam his elbow in Squalo's stomach followed by the good old 'boot to the face'.
Do not touch my guns.
[In the meanwhile Bester makes himself comfortable on the ground, yawning.]
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Yeah, well, next time you want to dance, just fucking ask, or I might get the wrong idea.
[As he gingerly touches his face to see if anything is broken, he takes into strong consideration the fact that he's bruised but not dead. There's probably something to be said about that. Maybe the guy was telling the truth.]
So....Boss, huh?
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Annoying piece of trash.
[He turns to join Bester again, motioning at the lion to make it get up again.]
Don't make me point out your purpose again.
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[He has no clue what his "purpose" is. This guy knows things, things that he needs to know. Unfortunately, the guy with the lion also isn't being forthcoming, and he's starting to get more frustrated than annoyed.]
If it's just to be your punching bag, the job better come with damn good benefits, or I'm turning my notice now.
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[He turns around halfway.]
The benefit is that you serve me.
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And who the hell is "they"?
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A bunch of scumbags.
[He starts to walk, looking over his shoulder.]
It's the reason why your hair's so ridiculously long, trash.
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That's stupid! ....THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY GODDAMN SENSE!
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Your vow, trash, not mine.
Now come.
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...WHAT VOW?!
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[He walks back to yank Squalo's hair, hard of course.]
That vow.
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[That calls for some retaliation, and he aims a kick at the man's shin.]
That explains NOTHING!
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