[ Squalo will make him wait a little bit, just so he doesn't look too eager, but he's opening the door soon enough. ]
[ The puppy seems excited, hopping up and down and roaring in Dino's direction, revealing its triple jaw, then it flops on its back and wags its little tail. ]
[ Squalo stares it down, gives Dino a Look, and opens the door wider so that he can come in. ]
That thing's making itself at home.
[ It's... actually a little nice to have another living soul here. Without Xanxus or any of the cats around, it had been awfully quiet. Maybe he should try to steal some of them back. ]
[ Dino is pretty calm right up until he sees the ‘puppy’. The thing is adorable and weird and Dino almost completely bypasses Squalo altogether when the door is opened further.
He says Hi in passing and kneels down to pat the animals belly. Well, at least he’s in good shape and he seems happy enough which means Squalo hasn’t been a nightmare.
He looks up from his seat on the floor. ]
That’s sort of what dogs do when they like someone. They invade on your personal space and give you love and attention.
[ It sounds very matter-o-fact and Dino is sure of himself because he himself is like a puppy. Shut it.
He looks back down at the dog. ]
You like him don’t you. Even though he’s kind of cranky all the time you can’t help but enjoy his company huh?
[ Yes, well, wow. Squalo feels abandoned already. He huffs and folds his arms, watching Dino crouch down and baby the wildebeest. Which, by the way, looks completely ecstatic about the belly rubs and goes perfectly still, trembling a little with joy and pure unadultered delight. ]
Ugh. That sounds like you.
[ Squalo, always a tactful one. ]
[ The puppy seems to understand the question, as it rolls back on its feetsies, yips and wags its tail again, doing that thing playful dogs do where they basically put their head on the ground and their butt in the air. Its eyes seem to be on Squalo, even if it's a bit hard to tell with the somewhat deformed face it has. ]
[ the pup, after gallopping awkwardly, has chomped onto Squalo's calf. it's playful, and he doesn't seem to be bleeding, but apparently it hurts because he's trying to peel the beastie off. ]
No, get him!
[ the pup barks excitedly, which causes it to let go of Squalo's flesh, and latches onto Dino's whip instead. ]
[ Squalo grins as the puppy hangs off of Dino, because apparently this is perfectly hilarious when it's not him. The creature seems to chew on the spun leather before finally letting go with an offended yip. ]
How about "piece of shit", then? I think he likes you.
[ The puppy, dropping on its legs again, shakes as if splashing off annoying fleas, and roars at Dino again. Of course, it doesn't sound much like a roar at this point, it's too darn tiny and cute. ]
[ Squalo looks at it for a moment, then turns to walk to the closet near the door. He emerges with a piece of chewed up belt that Dino may recognize as formerly his own, and tosses it at the pup-creature that immediately latches onto it. ]
[ The roar is actually super adorable and Dino chuckles before he reaches out to wrestle with the thing the way everyone wrestles with puppies...but he pauses when Squalo wanders away and returns with the piece of belt.
Oh yes, he's arching a brow at you Sir.
He briefly watches the 'dog' snatch it and claim it as his own but he does turn again to squint at Squalo...he's amused, and confused but mostly amused. ]
[ that is, most likely, factually not true, but it's not gonna stop him from being a shithead. so there. ]
[ the puppy appears to be sufficiently entertained at the moment, rolling around, pouncing, chewing, and generally trying to murder the surviving strip of leather. ]
[ Squalo scoffs. ]
It's still got some life left in it. [ Probably because it had been, once upon a time, a quality product. ] I like having spares.
[ Because yes, he still needs to chew on things every now and then. Apparently, it's a chronic condition. ]
[ his mouth opens to argue but he opts for just scoffing. ]
Keep my dick out of your mouth, Squalo, you might choke on it.
Anyway...
[ Standing up now that the pup is occupied, he sighs and watches it for a moment before looking around the room. Doesn’t look like it tore anything up, which is good.
But then he turns back to Squalo and frowns lightly. ]
Spares...are you still teething? I figured that would be—wait. Are they like actual shark teeth then? Open your mouth...let me see.
[ Thats so cool and so weird at the same time, wtf bro. ]
[ whoa, that's actually a sick retort. Squalo nearly spits, sort of buffering indignantly before finally opting for an extensive rude gesture in Dino's general direction. italians love talking with their hands and all that. ]
[ then he scoffs and folds his arms. ]
Not really. I still get these, like, itches, though. And if I break or lose some, new ones grow in.
[ He rolls his eyes, but does open his mouth. there's three neat rows of pointy teeth, with more peppered further to line his throat. ]
[ despite having such a big mouth, Dino still hooks a finger in the others cheek so he can fully see— ]
...garbage disposal throat is still intact, I see. No pain though? Just itch?
[ Dropping his hand he looks over the others face and purses his lips. ]
I miss you, you know. We should actually hang out sometime...and I just mean hang out. You can instigate shit with hell beasts and I can pretend I don’t want to actually run screaming.
[ He'll graciously let Dino remove that finger before closing his mouth again. Letting him keep all his body parts, how generous. He raises an eyebrow. ]
Nobody's stopping you. You're the one who made things weird.
[ Technically, it may have been Squalo high off his ass nearly trying to rub one off on him that time at the club, but haha. He's already admitted he was wrong to Dino here in Hell once and that used up his entire quota of that for the decade. ]
[ actually, that IS very nice of you. He kind of needs fingers. He isn’t like you who can lose a whole hand. He’s not that hardcore.
The pup had decided to attempt ripping up that belt piece somewhere else for the time being; probably in the bedroom on the big bed because WHY NOT? This was home now.
...that whole thing in the club plus the really sweet sleepy flame moment in the sleeping bags did sort of...mixed signal him a bit. Gave him weird ‘hope’ and all that...but he knows. He always has. ]
Right.
[ he nods once. ]
So do you really want me to take him? He seems pretty happy here.
[ He says that pointedly, leaving no doubt that he is, in fact, calling you a dog. ]
[ And then his posture finally deflates a little. Congratulations, Dino, your friendship level is once again high enough to see a little bit of vulnerability. ]
I'm tired. Everyone always expects me to take care of -- everything. [ And with the current Xanxus situation, he's really low on mental resources as is, not that he has the awareness or vocabulary to express that. ] A hellhound on top of that is...
[ okay, a hug is a bit much, honestly. he'll tolerate it for about two generous seconds before none too gently nudging Dino in the ribs to let go of him. ]
[ still, that felt nice. he has been feeling awfully alone lately. yamamoto and dino are not xanxus, but they're something. ]
I know. I just -- don't want to.
[ asking for help is what WEAK people do. grudgingly accepting help when someone forces it on you, however, seems fine. ]
[ He considers it for a few moments, then nods slightly. ]
Squalo is released easily enough, though. Sometimes he can get away with more but he’s not actually offended when he’s shrugged off like that either.
And all he offers is a knowing nod—silent agreement without having to announce it to the room. He will take care of him now and forever so long as he lets him. ]
Do you want me to take him for tonight? Get him out of your hair? Or I can stay? Couch of course.
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[ he huffs and hangs up. ]
[ in the meantime, as soon as he sits down, the puppy drapes itself over his foot, apparently convinced that Squalo is his parent. ]
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[ The puppy seems excited, hopping up and down and roaring in Dino's direction, revealing its triple jaw, then it flops on its back and wags its little tail. ]
[ Squalo stares it down, gives Dino a Look, and opens the door wider so that he can come in. ]
That thing's making itself at home.
[ It's... actually a little nice to have another living soul here. Without Xanxus or any of the cats around, it had been awfully quiet. Maybe he should try to steal some of them back. ]
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He says Hi in passing and kneels down to pat the animals belly. Well, at least he’s in good shape and he seems happy enough which means Squalo hasn’t been a nightmare.
He looks up from his seat on the floor. ]
That’s sort of what dogs do when they like someone. They invade on your personal space and give you love and attention.
[ It sounds very matter-o-fact and Dino is sure of himself because he himself is like a puppy. Shut it.
He looks back down at the dog. ]
You like him don’t you. Even though he’s kind of cranky all the time you can’t help but enjoy his company huh?
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Ugh. That sounds like you.
[ Squalo, always a tactful one. ]
[ The puppy seems to understand the question, as it rolls back on its feetsies, yips and wags its tail again, doing that thing playful dogs do where they basically put their head on the ground and their butt in the air. Its eyes seem to be on Squalo, even if it's a bit hard to tell with the somewhat deformed face it has. ]
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Yeah, well, there are worse things to be like.
[ Dino sits back a bit and smirks as the pupbeast bows playfully and turns it’s focus on Squalo. He chuckles and reaches out to pat its back. ]
Get him.
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[ the pup, after gallopping awkwardly, has chomped onto Squalo's calf. it's playful, and he doesn't seem to be bleeding, but apparently it hurts because he's trying to peel the beastie off. ]
No, get him!
[ the pup barks excitedly, which causes it to let go of Squalo's flesh, and latches onto Dino's whip instead. ]
[ Hey, maybe it's also teething? ]
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There is a short 'Hey!' in there before he reaches to grab the end of the whip that isn't in the Dog-creatures mouth. ]
Oh, no you don't. Let it go. ---this is the point where a name would be handy, Squalo.
[ Whistling sharply, he uses his heel to tap the pups rear-end. ]
Drop it.
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How about "piece of shit", then? I think he likes you.
[ The puppy, dropping on its legs again, shakes as if splashing off annoying fleas, and roars at Dino again. Of course, it doesn't sound much like a roar at this point, it's too darn tiny and cute. ]
[ Squalo looks at it for a moment, then turns to walk to the closet near the door. He emerges with a piece of chewed up belt that Dino may recognize as formerly his own, and tosses it at the pup-creature that immediately latches onto it. ]
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[ The roar is actually super adorable and Dino chuckles before he reaches out to wrestle with the thing the way everyone wrestles with puppies...but he pauses when Squalo wanders away and returns with the piece of belt.
Oh yes, he's arching a brow at you Sir.
He briefly watches the 'dog' snatch it and claim it as his own but he does turn again to squint at Squalo...he's amused, and confused but mostly amused. ]
Why do you still have that?
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[ that is,
most likely,factually not true, but it's not gonna stop him from being a shithead. so there. ][ the puppy appears to be sufficiently entertained at the moment, rolling around, pouncing, chewing, and generally trying to murder the surviving strip of leather. ]
[ Squalo scoffs. ]
It's still got some life left in it. [ Probably because it had been, once upon a time, a quality product. ] I like having spares.
[ Because yes, he still needs to chew on things every now and then. Apparently, it's a chronic condition. ]
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Keep my dick out of your mouth, Squalo, you might choke on it.
Anyway...
[ Standing up now that the pup is occupied, he sighs and watches it for a moment before looking around the room. Doesn’t look like it tore anything up, which is good.
But then he turns back to Squalo and frowns lightly. ]
Spares...are you still teething? I figured that would be—wait. Are they like actual shark teeth then? Open your mouth...let me see.
[ Thats so cool and so weird at the same time, wtf bro. ]
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[ then he scoffs and folds his arms. ]
Not really. I still get these, like, itches, though. And if I break or lose some, new ones grow in.
[ He rolls his eyes, but does open his mouth. there's three neat rows of pointy teeth, with more peppered further to line his throat. ]
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...garbage disposal throat is still intact, I see. No pain though? Just itch?
[ Dropping his hand he looks over the others face and purses his lips. ]
I miss you, you know. We should actually hang out sometime...and I just mean hang out. You can instigate shit with hell beasts and I can pretend I don’t want to actually run screaming.
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[ He'll graciously let Dino remove that finger before closing his mouth again. Letting him keep all his body parts, how generous. He raises an eyebrow. ]
Nobody's stopping you. You're the one who made things weird.
[ Technically, it may have been Squalo high off his ass nearly trying to rub one off on him that time at the club, but haha. He's already admitted he was wrong to Dino here in Hell once and that used up his entire quota of that for the decade. ]
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The pup had decided to attempt ripping up that belt piece somewhere else for the time being; probably in the bedroom on the big bed because WHY NOT? This was home now.
...that whole thing in the club plus the really sweet sleepy flame moment in the sleeping bags did sort of...mixed signal him a bit. Gave him weird ‘hope’ and all that...but he knows. He always has. ]
Right.
[ he nods once. ]
So do you really want me to take him? He seems pretty happy here.
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[ Squalo huffs, crossing his arms again. ]
Like I care about that! Besides -- this is a cat home.
[ Annnnd his mood immediately sours again. Xanxus was coming back home with them, right? ]
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He arches a brow. ]
Maybe you should consider dogs. They seem to like you.
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[ He says that pointedly, leaving no doubt that he is, in fact, calling you a dog. ]
[ And then his posture finally deflates a little. Congratulations, Dino, your friendship level is once again high enough to see a little bit of vulnerability. ]
I'm tired. Everyone always expects me to take care of -- everything. [ And with the current Xanxus situation, he's really low on mental resources as is, not that he has the awareness or vocabulary to express that. ] A hellhound on top of that is...
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He softens though and reaches out to tug Squalo into a hug. ]
I know. You’ve always been that way. And you’ve been going through a lot.
...You know you’re not alone, right? Yamamoto would do anything you asked him to, and so would I.
[ so would many others—-there’s a pause. ]
I’d do most things you asked. I’ll help with the dog. And the cats. And that...fish. Okay?
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[ okay, a hug is a bit much, honestly. he'll tolerate it for about two generous seconds before none too gently nudging Dino in the ribs to let go of him. ]
[ still, that felt nice. he has been feeling awfully alone lately. yamamoto and dino are not xanxus, but they're something. ]
I know. I just -- don't want to.
[ asking for help is what WEAK people do. grudgingly accepting help when someone forces it on you, however, seems fine. ]
[ He considers it for a few moments, then nods slightly. ]
[ Okay. ]
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Squalo is released easily enough, though. Sometimes he can get away with more but he’s not actually offended when he’s shrugged off like that either.
And all he offers is a knowing nod—silent agreement without having to announce it to the room. He will take care of him now and forever so long as he lets him. ]
Do you want me to take him for tonight? Get him out of your hair? Or I can stay? Couch of course.
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Have you learned to cook yet?
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I can cook...I just usually end up cutting or burning myself somehow in the process which...makes it less fun.
[ feed him. ]
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Great. Then make yourself useful. I want something with fish.
[ aaand he's pointedly sitting down and putting his feet on the table. horses that don't earn their keep are sold for sausage u know ]
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