[ 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.
[ you know, sometimes he really questions why he is still friends with you. but then he remembers that sometimes he really likes it when you're mean to him.
Dino just stands there for a moment, blinking at Squalo where he sinks into the couch. Trap. This was a trap.
But he shrugs and turns to head into the kitchen. ]
If you say so but don't blame me if your kitchen burns down and I end up dead on the floor from blood-loss.
[ it wouldn't actually be that bad. he's not TERRIBLE hes just horrible. ]
[ wow Squalo should be the one asking that question. why is he the only one pulling the chores weight around here and getting literally nothing for it? not even sunday pancakes for fuck's sake. this one-sided shit ends right now. ]
[ his voice is even, almost calm, and nonetheless threatening in that particular way of his. ]
If you burn down my kitchen, I'm auctioning off your soul to pay for a new one.
[ so don't even try that, funny boy. ]
[ the hell-puppy reemerges, looking between Squalo and Dino in visible confusion, and slowly gnawing on the door. ]
I'm guessing he means you, chomps.
[ the puppy lets go of the wood, wags its barely existent tail and stalks after Dino. unlike normal dogs, it would eat fish, vegetables, plastic and probably even rocks, so that's not going to be a problem. ]
[ He's scanning your fridge and pantry for things and setting them all out. In the process he pats the dog and gets him to lay down on the mat to continue chewing up whatever is in his mouth.
Then the clink of pans and utensils. ]
Was this going to be a lesson or am I just making this?
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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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but then he remembers that sometimes he really likes it when you're mean to him.Dino just stands there for a moment, blinking at Squalo where he sinks into the couch. Trap. This was a trap.
But he shrugs and turns to head into the kitchen. ]
If you say so but don't blame me if your kitchen burns down and I end up dead on the floor from blood-loss.
[ it wouldn't actually be that bad. he's not TERRIBLE hes just horrible. ]
Cazzo di cane, come help. You might get samples.
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[ his voice is even, almost calm, and nonetheless threatening in that particular way of his. ]
If you burn down my kitchen, I'm auctioning off your soul to pay for a new one.
[ so don't even try that, funny boy. ]
[ the hell-puppy reemerges, looking between Squalo and Dino in visible confusion, and slowly gnawing on the door. ]
I'm guessing he means you, chomps.
[ the puppy lets go of the wood, wags its barely existent tail and stalks after Dino. unlike normal dogs, it would eat fish, vegetables, plastic and probably even rocks, so that's not going to be a problem. ]
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I am worth more than this kitchen.
[ He's scanning your fridge and pantry for things and setting them all out. In the process he pats the dog and gets him to lay down on the mat to continue chewing up whatever is in his mouth.
Then the clink of pans and utensils. ]
Was this going to be a lesson or am I just making this?
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[ Still, surely nobody could be that horrible. At least, nobody who didn't have all-destructive fire coming out of their bare hands. ]
[ Squalo does his best to relax, sinking deeper into the couch, and closes his eyes. ]
Lesson? You just fucking said you can cook.
[ Own up to your shit, Cavallone. ]
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[ You have a soft spot STOP LYING.
I hate you.He's measuring things out beforehand, not everything but the annoying parts...cutting up vegetables, etc. ]
I can. I also said I might bleed to death in the process.
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