[Closed] WITCH DOCTOR, GIVE US THE MAGIC WORDS

[requiem_no_ame]

Characters: Yamamoto Takeshi, Superbi Squalo
Location: Yamamoto's Apartment
Rating: R, most likely - Squalo's pretty pissed
Time: August 10th, noon-ish? Lunch-ish, too.
Description: After Squalo and Xanxus get into a fight, Squalo goes find his Meister to get himself something to do. Yamamoto's gonna get his restaurant after all. No Yamamotos or

Comments

i will end you for that song, sharku

[mafiaballs]

[ very redundant, but it was the thought that counted! knowing who it was on the other side of that door did help Yamamoto in making haste, and he shuffled to pull that door open in record time.

no sense in letting a man like Squalo wait. ]

Squalo! [ chirped, with gusto and pleasure like any other time. have some cheer, shark. ]

...I've been told there's a waiting line for that [C'mon, I could have done much *worse*]

[requiem_no_ame]

[Squalo barreled in in a flurry of bad temper and hair, which might or might not have smacked Yamamoto in the face.]

VOOOOII!

[Because such an opening was necessary]

We're gonna do it.

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[mafiaballs]

[ face full of hair and an earful of angry, what an amazing way to start the day. but at those next words. Yamamoto just kinda... freezes, face a mask of nonplussed curiosity. ]

... Eh?

Indeed.

[requiem_no_ame]

[Squalo twitches, as if saying it sort of hurts. It does. If Yamamoto had Soul Perception, he could see his angry, full-of-teeth soul cringing.]

Your restaurant.

[Eyeroll.]

Get on with it!

[Before I change my mind.]

What else would I be talking about?