[ If Squalo's ego was a dick, that praise would go right to it. He's pleased. He's so pleased it's ridiculous. You'd think he's a cat that just shanked the bird and got its chin scratched. ]
[ Smirking widely, he takes a seat next to Koumei, mostly all turned toward him, and rests an arm over the backrest, almost touching the man's shoulders. (I assumed it's got couch-like seats if it's a 'lounge', but feel free to assume he's resting an elbow on the counter if it's a bar. Yanno, looking comfortable.) ]
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[ Smirking widely, he takes a seat next to Koumei, mostly all turned toward him, and rests an arm over the backrest, almost touching the man's shoulders. (I assumed it's got couch-like seats if it's a 'lounge', but feel free to assume he's resting an elbow on the counter if it's a bar. Yanno, looking comfortable.) ]
I was hoping someone'd help me warm up.