[ He might get that if he tries again. Squalo's trying to be gentle, considering he was just having a breakdown in his tub. As is he just lets go of him with a huff, but doesn't pull that far away, allowing him to keep his hand on him. ]
Shut up.
[ He kind of does, in a weird way. Funny how that works, especially after the whole not being friends thing. ]
[ He's about to offer Dodger a bucket of gelato or something when he pops the million dollar question and Squalo seems to freeze for a moment, his expression falling. ]
Oh shit, oh fuck. [ He's talking a lot faster now, the tint of Sicilian accent becoming thicker all of the sudden. ] I don't know. We've gotta get out of here.
[ Squalo's not sure whether he's relieved or disappointed that he doesn't have to explain how this looks ("Hey dear, I'm hiding my ex a man in our bathtub!"), but some part of him is grateful that Dodger seems to get it. ]
[ The room still looks like a warzone, though. That, and he's slightly taken aback by just how quickly Dodger seems to bounce back to normal. Was this the effect Squalo had on him? If that was the case, why was he in such a rush to get away from him? Was he bottling up a different part of himself now? ]
You sure you wanna go to the club? You were melting my bathroom, like, ten minutes ago.
[ He lays that down before anything else, and then he considers. How much exactly does he want to be a good friend right now? This is probably stupid, but then, as much as he enjoys bringing up the man has killed him and worse, he's done the same. ]
[ Maybe they really deserve each other. ]
[ Nonsexually, obviously. ]
...I actually kinda have a secret room in the hotel.
[Honestly, he likes the sound of that. And... yeah, the fact that Squalo has a secret room really says a lot about that relationship of his. He raises a brow, with an expression that says he's trying not to laugh at him.]
[ Excuse, it says absolutely nothing about his relationship!! He just happened to have special access to a new place and he may or may not have let anyone else know about it. (Even if Xanxus did see it, he'd have no interest in returning there... or maybe he didn't even go, who knows.) It just didn't come up, right? ]
[ Squalo sees that almost-laughing look, and on one hand he's grateful that he doesn't have to deal with the mopey, bathroom-destroying Dodger anymore, but on another, the smug Dodger who didn't think Squalo was the unquestionably coolest thing in this life was about just as annoying. ]
[ He folds his arms and huffs. ]
Yes. It only opens for me.
[ COOL, HUH? Looks like biting Satan's dick definitely pays better. ]
[ He's glancing around the bathroom mournfully and pulling out his phone to call room service. Or room repair, in this case. He can't just leave it like this, what if Xanxus comes home? ]
...do you want anything? Uh, icecream or something?
--Yes, hello, I'm gonna need someone to come by and get me a new sink, pronto.
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You love me.
[He shifts, sits up and starts idly playing with Squalo's hair. For as long as the man lets him.]
How long until Xanxus comes back here?
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Shut up.
[ He kind of does, in a weird way. Funny how that works, especially after the whole not being friends thing. ]
[ He's about to offer Dodger a bucket of gelato or something when he pops the million dollar question and Squalo seems to freeze for a moment, his expression falling. ]
Oh shit, oh fuck. [ He's talking a lot faster now, the tint of Sicilian accent becoming thicker all of the sudden. ] I don't know. We've gotta get out of here.
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Alright, I'm heading to the Club, then. You coming?
[Maybe they can find a private room to... secretly be friends.]
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my exa man in our bathtub!"), but some part of him is grateful that Dodger seems to get it. ][ The room still looks like a warzone, though. That, and he's slightly taken aback by just how quickly Dodger seems to bounce back to normal. Was this the effect Squalo had on him? If that was the case, why was he in such a rush to get away from him? Was he bottling up a different part of himself now? ]
You sure you wanna go to the club? You were melting my bathroom, like, ten minutes ago.
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They've got private rooms. Better than going back to my house, yeah? Unless you've got a better suggestion.
[His voice drops.]
I want to keep you close.
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You can hold onto me. You can't kiss me.
[ He lays that down before anything else, and then he considers. How much exactly does he want to be a good friend right now? This is probably stupid, but then, as much as he enjoys bringing up the man has killed him and worse, he's done the same. ]
[ Maybe they really deserve each other. ]
[ Nonsexually, obviously. ]
...I actually kinda have a secret room in the hotel.
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[Honestly, he likes the sound of that. And... yeah, the fact that Squalo has a secret room really says a lot about that relationship of his. He raises a brow, with an expression that says he's trying not to laugh at him.]
Secret room?
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[ Squalo sees that almost-laughing look, and on one hand he's grateful that he doesn't have to deal with the mopey, bathroom-destroying Dodger anymore, but on another, the smug Dodger who didn't think Squalo was the unquestionably coolest thing in this life was about just as annoying. ]
[ He folds his arms and huffs. ]
Yes. It only opens for me.
[ COOL, HUH? Looks like biting Satan's dick definitely pays better. ]
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Alright, lead the way.
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[ He's glancing around the bathroom mournfully and pulling out his phone to call room service. Or room repair, in this case. He can't just leave it like this, what if Xanxus comes home? ]
...do you want anything? Uh, icecream or something?
--Yes, hello, I'm gonna need someone to come by and get me a new sink, pronto.