[CLOSED] He's killed the dog again.

[requiem_no_ame]

Characters: Fran and Squalo, later Team Charizard.
Location: Squalo's place, later Team Charizard's HQ.
Rating: R, for Squalo's mouth and Team Charizard.
Time: December 13th, evening.
Description: Varia do dinner Varia style.

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[u_mad_vendice]

Fran didn't know how mad Master still was about the incident with Rhode, but he really wanted to escape further punishment, and at least Squalo couldn't posses him- or whatever it was that Mukuro did to him.

So knocking on the door lightly, planning his excuse to come over here of all places, he waited for his eardrums to be burst, and perhaps a sword pointed at him.

At least it's not the rage of Boss, Fran guesses. Maybe Squalo would take the "political refugee" excuse a bit better.

[requiem_no_ame]

Squalo's expression, upon opening the door, was one of sheer unamused irritation. He looked down his nose at Fran and arched an eyebrow with a snort.

"VOOOII, now what do you want?" He barked out, impatient.

Hopefully, the stupid frog hadn't set anything on fire. Hopefully. Squalo was not one to hope much, though.

[u_mad_vendice]

Fran looked at Squalo for a second, before focusing his gaze on the room behind him with a blank stare that seems to be an attempt at casual.

"Mm, a refuge, please."

He wasn't helping his case, was he. But certainly the black eye that he had would speak for him somewhat, wouldn't it?

[requiem_no_ame]

Squalo pinched the bridge of his nose and contemplated slamming the door on Fran's face. But the irritating shit would probably just somehow find a way to be even more irritating if he did. With a growl, Squalo grabbed him by the shoulder and pretty much just shoved him into the room as he slammed the door behind him.

"Touch anything and die."