[ It's almost lockdown when Squalo reaches the bunker entrance, and he practically tumbles in through the gate, still making sure to close it behind himself. The last thing he needs is Angelnomaly nesting inside here with him right now. He nearly faceplants into the mold several times until he finally makes it into one of the safe areas, possibly part-crawling at that point, and promptly passes out as soon as he's aware it's not going to fucking kill him. ]
[ Too stubborn to die, this one. ]
[ He doesn't look too well, either. His face's even paler than usual, tired to the point of almost looking older, and there's a smattering of purple glitter down his left cheek, except upon closer inspection it becomes apparent they're actually tiny shiny crystals embedded in his skin. Just like the few bigger ones on his upper arm that seem to have torn through his clothes, although the weird shape of his sleeve suggests there's more of them that haven't broken through the layers of clothing. ]
[ Care to shake him awake or wait for it to occur naturally and say hello? ]
-- onward;
[ Later on, Squalo can be found around the bunker doing bunker-y things, probably, except now he's free of the crystals and instead half-wrapped into a wide selection of bandages, band-aids and whatnot. There's more of them than can be seen, obviously, and the biggest holes in his sleeve may have been patched up by now. ]
[ He may be grumpier than usual or the opposite - just a bit too calm. Maybe someone let him into their drug supply. Har har. ]
::
[ If a few days pass and Xanxus has not made an appearance, however, he will be getting visibly restless, almost panicky, and may be spotted packing or, eventually, suspiciously hanging around the exit at odd hour in the morning, as if planning to leave. In his current state, it's definitely a bad idea. ]
Squalo
[ It's almost lockdown when Squalo reaches the bunker entrance, and he practically tumbles in through the gate, still making sure to close it behind himself. The last thing he needs is Angelnomaly nesting inside here with him right now. He nearly faceplants into the mold several times until he finally makes it into one of the safe areas, possibly part-crawling at that point, and promptly passes out as soon as he's aware it's not going to fucking kill him. ]
[ Too stubborn to die, this one. ]
[ He doesn't look too well, either. His face's even paler than usual, tired to the point of almost looking older, and there's a smattering of purple glitter down his left cheek, except upon closer inspection it becomes apparent they're actually tiny shiny crystals embedded in his skin. Just like the few bigger ones on his upper arm that seem to have torn through his clothes, although the weird shape of his sleeve suggests there's more of them that haven't broken through the layers of clothing. ]
[ Care to shake him awake or wait for it to occur naturally and say hello? ]
-- onward;
[ Later on, Squalo can be found around the bunker doing bunker-y things, probably, except now he's free of the crystals and instead half-wrapped into a wide selection of bandages, band-aids and whatnot. There's more of them than can be seen, obviously, and the biggest holes in his sleeve may have been patched up by now. ]
[ He may be grumpier than usual or the opposite - just a bit too calm. Maybe someone let him into their drug supply. Har har. ]
::
[ If a few days pass and Xanxus has not made an appearance, however, he will be getting visibly restless, almost panicky, and may be spotted packing or, eventually, suspiciously hanging around the exit at odd hour in the morning, as if planning to leave. In his current state, it's definitely a bad idea. ]
-- wildcard;
[ let's plot yo ]