[closed, in progress]

[boss_san]

Who: Lussuria solegaio and Xanxus boss_san
When: 23rd of April, late at night. [backdated]
Where: The main hall
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After this log, Lussuria responds to the calls through the communicator and comes to pick up his injured boss.

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[solegaio]

A cough escapes Lussuria once his throat is released, the Italian immediately raising a hand up to cover his abused windpipe. He rubs the spot absently, his eyes fixed on Xanxus from behind his sunglasses.

He opens his mouth to respond, only to hunch his shoulders and cower slightly when that glare is directed at him.
"I haven't seen him, Boss.. I'm not sure where Squ's gotten off to~"

Regarding the state of his boss causes the kickboxer to frown slightly. He speaks up again, knowing full well he was going to be angering Xanxus further.
"Ah, Boss~ It would be best if you laid down~ Shall I help you to your room~?"

[boss_san]

Xanxus was damn sure that that annoying singing tone of the other's voice was going to drive him up the fucking wall any second now and he clenched his hands to fists. He could not get to his room alone like this. A small disapproving sound escaped his mouth at Lussuria's answer.
"Fucking trash," he hissed.

It was the thought of a bed and the fact that he could close his eyes and just fucking pass out that made him agree with Lussuria's words.
"Then what are you waiting for, scumbag?" Xanxus snarled.

[solegaio]

"I'll help you right awaaay, Boss~"
And Lussuria crosses the little distance that Xanxus had put between the two of them, stepping up beside him. He doesn't dare attempt to lift the other Italian again. Instead he pulls the man's non-bandaged arm around his own shoulders, slipping an arm around Xanxus' back and hesitantly placing it down on a spot that he hopes is both injury-free and unoffensive to his boss.

"There now. Just lean on me and we'll get there in no time, hm~? ♥"