oh no

[ There's a brief moment of uncertainty when Dodger's hand goes into his hair, but it turns out it's just an improvised headbutt. A pretty damn strong one, at that, and it's a good thing he's got a thick skull or this might have ended badly for him. As is, he just sees green stars and sort of slumps on top of the other man for a moment, but he's shaking with laughter a second later. ]

[ And so, they continue to beat the shit out of each other, but in a friendly way, until they're both bruised and bleeding and have at least one blackeye each. Realistically, Squalo had probably taken more damage and maybe a mild concussion, but he definitely put up a valiant effort to dish it right back out. ]

[ In the end they're both on the floor, maybe still a little tangled, catching their breaths and watching the room spin. Squalo's grin doesn't fade even as he turns to spit out a triangle tooth -- it would grow back eventually, one good thing to come from that transformation. For a little while, it's quiet. And then, ]

Got something to eat?

[ Because this was a perfectly normal thing to ask someone that you've been mutually pummeling within an inch of their lives or whatever. Listen, it's just how people hang out, right? ]