Log w/ Squalo ; Mello's death

[themixedsky]

He had never cared when people came and went on the community before. Ran, Amu, San, Johnny, Ivan, and the countless others who had caught his attention only to disappear for good. Even the few he had taken in as family would leave with only a possibility of coming back. He noted the prolonged absences and shrugged off any disappointment or hurt

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[promiseunbroken]

Squalo knew next to nothing of this. He had seen no video post, though he'd noticed Mello's name being mentioned quite a few times he assumed people on the community wound up missing as much as they popped up. To him, the people he talked to over the community weren't anything he'd miss. Much. Sure it was entertaining for a while, but he hadn't been a member for as long a time as Xanxus, so there was nobody he'd gotten (too) attached to.

On his way down the corridor towards Xanxus's office he already heard the glass shatter against the door. That was unusual. Unusual enough for him to slow his long strides a little, approach a bit more cautiously than he normally would. Still, the door on it's own told him nothing. So he knocked sharply and opened the door, not waiting for a reply.

[themixedsky]

Xanxus shifted slightly from his slumped position, the bottle in his hand making a light sloshing sound as he lowered it from his mouth. His head turned only enough to see who had entered before he returned to his original position without a reaction.

"What." He slumped further into the chair cushion, not willing to acknowledge Squalo's presence with anything further than monosyllables. The bottle once more met with his mouth as he took a swig of the burning liquid (Barely enough left in the bottle for a glass). Seemingly content to drain the bottle in silence before tossing it in a random direction as well and reaching for a fuller one.

No harsh tones, no precisely aimed objects as punishment for daring to be so invasive on his personal space. Just a cold silence penetrated by the shattering of glass and splashing of liquid.

[promiseunbroken]

This only served to bring a frown to Squalo's face. Without another thought he stepped into the room fully and pulled the door shut behind himself.

"...what the hell, boss?" Squalo's voice hinted at concern. He didn't even need a better look at the man to know that this was disturbingly unlike him, not after over ten years. The reports under his arm had already been forgotten. Screw the purpose he came here for, what the hell was this?