Label: PRIDE RECORDS
Band: MÄNTICORE
Instrument: CELLO (+backing screams)
Fame Lvl: 2 (Power 1 + Fortune 1)
Current MP: 15
Short Description:
► 182cm 75kg, 22 y/o, twig, really long white hair. Left-handed.
► He was considered a musical prodigy as a teenager and is sometimes called a cello genius (but he can still lose a play-off, so no worries).
► Loud, arrogant, violent and really not what you'd expect of the resident "classical" musician. He loves telling everyone how much better his band is than theirs, being obnoxious, and getting as much attention as possible. He also knows no shame or decency and is genuinely full of shit and actually you should probably check out his
opt-out post.
Regains So Far:► white hair (5)
► Rain Flames (15; low intensity)
► prosthetic hand, fully functional (15)
► scars a
nd tattoos (5)
► assassin skills & combat (30)
► Rain Flames (+15=30; moderate)
► Varia Ring of Rain (30)
Regained Memories So Far:► promising not to cut his hair
► failure at the Cradle Affair & ICE
► bacon & steak & getting facewalled
► getting (more or less) killed by Jager
► losing Rain battle + eaten by a shark
► Xanxus throwing shit at his head
► cutting his hand off and killing Tyr
► the Varia (looks & mannerisms)
► being the Requiem of Rain
► being drawn to Xanxus
► Xanxus' fire and his devotion to him
► being part of a "demonic" group
► "Squalo" being his real name
► Alo and Rain Flames
► working together with Xanxus
► killing people
► being mafia
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sharktrash) wrote2015-11-17 09:39 am
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[He gasped out the reply, trying to real some sensibility back into the equation before they dove right in again.]
How about you? Anything weird from Italia I need to worry about?
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[ He yanks on Mei's hair some more to force him to look up and plant sucking kisses on his throat. His free hand starts working on the other's pants. ]
Nah. Clean like a fucking baby.
[ He pulls back a bit, grins like a man-eating shark and, shamelessly maintaining eye contact, drops to his knees. ]
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Never too sure, [he murmured.] Damn do you move quick!
ftb? not ftb? let's have a go at it and never tell anyone? idk
[ He tugs the other's pants down just enough to free his dick, and, yup, giving it a nice long popsicle-y lick while circling one hand's fingers around the base. Get ready to have your mind blown (heh heh). ]
FTB -- I'm horrible at writing out what happens after this part.
His mind would be blown, and it would be a night that neither of them would forget about in the days to come. Muscles were strained and the remains of lovebites peeked through high collars and long sleeves, but there were absolutely no regrets.
Squalo's lips were indeed as nimble as his fingers. Koumei knew who to call on the next time things got hot and heavy in the crowd or on the stage.]
ALRIGHT THEN
[ Anyway, yeah, things will go smoothly enough from there (aside from an awkward moment where they need to use Squalo's conditioner sample for lube and he refuses to explain why he carries something like that around), everyone will be safed and pleasured, that old couch sees things it's never seen before, etc. ]
[ And once everything's done and they're catching their breath, Squalo has the galls to flop over and demand a back massage. Quite possibly with a horrible cheesy line like "Play me, piano man" or something to that extent. What a great date. ]