snowblindrpg | [log] MINGLE BELLS, MINGLE BELLS [open]

[ It's reasonable, when you're not considering the possibility of those already dressed wounds getting infected, but maybe they'll be lucky. It's not like he rolled around in the dirt and those crystals seemed... clean? However that stuff worked. ]

[ To be fair, she does talk similarly when she's not high, but that could just be the Vicodin talking. Either way, Squalo drops that particular topic at the moment. Hell, if they're both high, it's almost romantic? In a really fucked up kind of way. Sharing needles would probably be next on the list and the only person he's on that level of comfort with is Xanxus. Just in case you wondered if it could be any worse. ]

Fair. My definition of "cute" probably differs from the usual, if that helps? Hey, the cutest kid I know is also known as The Ripper, so. Yeah.

[ but why share memories of family when he's being worshipped? ]

I'm definitely great.

[ That's a bit offtopic at this point but hey. Probably missing that triple pat down of the hurty spot, thanks Vicodin and all that. ]

[ Angel pauses for another few spaced-out seconds as she tries to process the idea of Squalo finding a kid cute. Like, how weird is that. Even she doesn't tend to think kids are cute. WHAT IS THIS.

~~Squalo confirmed for being the one to have to carry babby Sephiroth around in a papoose.~~ ]

Huh! So does - do they do much ripping? Presumably in the murdery way? Because, I mean, my immediate response is to feel like that'd be incredibly inefficient. But also I suppose it's not all about efficiency in banditr-- in your line of work, is it? You have to consider - um - aesthetics, I suppose, and think about what you're trying to say with your murders and... stuff? Hey, wow, do you ever just. Realise how comfortable being inside your own skin is? All snug and. Yeah.

[ HIGH. AS. BALLS. At least she's moved on to bandaging that thrice-sterilised wound now instead of going in for a fourth round, though. WHEE. ]

'Nd you are great. Also a dick. But that's also pretty great? Feels like home. You get - you've got the balance right. Not like most people who hit on me. No offense to them. Except House. Eff House.

[ Well, said kid has his smile and is really good at murder, so is that really surprising. Also Squalo would not approve of these plans to make him a househusband tbh. ]

[ ~~But he'd probably do that. Just because Angel might not be able to lift a babby with those noodle arms ayyy.~~ ]

Lots. More than the amount of contracts he gets, that's for sure. It's kind of a pain, actually. I gotta make sure it gets covered up and shit. But brat's got style. He's so good with knives he can stop bullets in mid-air just by throwing that. Don't tell him I said that but that's fucking cool.

[ SO HIGH. Wow, Angel, just wow. ]

Now that you mention it, yeah. It's like it was made for you.

[ probably just taking the piss. maybe. ]

D'you want me to kill him?

[ Offered perfectly suddenly and in casual tone, because that's how mafia gentlemen treat their ladies. Kneecap every bastard that looks at them funny and dump them in the bottom of the river, right? ]

Oh, that is cool! And really impressive. And cool. Did I say that alre-- wait, why do you have to cover it up? Can't you just. Just, like, kill anybody who objects? It might be kinda murder-intensive to start with, but people would learn to stop complaining really fast.

[ Because people bitching is obviously the only consequence that can come from random acts of murder. Police? Laws? Justice systems? SOUNDS FAKE BUT OK ]

Haha, I get i-- oh, awwwww!

[ THE GOOGOO EYES ARE BACK. She's so touched! Never let it be said that Angel doesn't have the proper appreciation for offers of murder. ]

You don't have to do that! 'S been a while since he was really gross to me, and I'm pretty sure he only did it to piss off Jack. And to be a douche. So it's not worth - he's - geez, you can be so freaking sweet sometimes.

[ She'd swoon, but she's too busy trying to tie a knot to secure the bandages and her fingers don't seem to be working properly. Tricksy little fuckers. ]

We're supposed to be a secret organization. Can't just wipe entire towns off the map. I mean, we totally could. But we shouldn't. There are some laws we gotta follow.

[ Or they... used to have to follow. Now that the Vendice will be busy elsewhere, chances are the mafia world can fall into as much hideous chaos as they want, but Squalo's not aware of that just yet. ]

[ omg yes. she knows JUST how to appreciate murder offers! even if it's a shame she doesn't send him on a House-hunt. but hey. there are better things to do with his time. ]

[ ayyyyyyy his arm might be fucked but his cock still works ]

[ i mean ]

Well, y'know, if it happens again or you change your mind, just let me know.

[ #BestBoyfriend ]

[ this conversation is also probably taking place where literally anyone could overhear but NO FUCKS ARE GIVEN ]

UghghhghHHHHhhhhh, laws. So lame. When you guys get - when interstellar travel becomes a thing for you guys, you have to just hop on a shuttle to one of the border worlds and grab it fr yourselves. Because eff th-- fuck the laws! Fuck the man!!

[ It's good that she's basically done with the bandaging, because she tosses the remains of the bandages into the air to emphasise her point. SMASH THE SYSTEM!! ]

And I will. I mean, it's probably not going to happen again anyway, but it's always nice to know that - that murder is an option? Not now, though. I mean, you should really rest up before doing anything strenuous. Rest is very important. And sleep. You're probably not gonna want to join the sleep pile when night falls, huh? So I'll make sure you get my pillow. And a blanket. Maybe two blankets. Do you - d'you think you'll need two?

[ F U S S ]

I know! Damn, you're making it sound real tempting.

[ But -- he totally would. As long as he could take his family with him. He's sure they would be very much delighted about a lawless all you can murder haven. Xanxus probably would, too. He could really be the boss -- hell, he could be king. Of a motherfucking planet. They'll raze villages and -- ]

[ Okay, okay, Earth calling Squalo. ]

[ He's just. Going to sort of sigh dreamily a bit and listen to Angel speak, and as she does, he's just. Smirking wider and wider. You're walking right into this one -- ]

Definitely. Especially if you join me.

[ wink wonk ]

It's not me that's making it sound tempting, it'd just be - it - it'd be so cool. I mean. You wouldn't have any trouble taking over, I think? Because bandits are dumb. Not you. Bandity bandits. The ones I'm not supposed to call cannon-fodder even though they really kinda are.

[ SHE KNOWS SQUALO GETS THAT. She still whispers the last bit, though. It's fine for anyone listening in to hear all the House-murder-chat, but no one can know that Handsome Dad successfully managed to dehumanise the majority of a planet in Angel's eyes. Shhh. Shhhhh.

Not that she's really all that concerned, though. Because the dreamy sigh and the smirking and sWOON~ ♥ ]

'Course I'll join you. I'm not gonna make you sleep by yourself, that's just mean.

But we can't do it because people will be around and I don't thiiiiiink you have enough blood left inside you anyway.

[ anGEL, ]

For real. Yeah, they kinda sound like trash. [ Squalo apparently has no problems about dehumanizing an entire planet. Scum are scum, etc. He makes a thoughtful noise. ] Non-bandity bandits is a goddamn mouthful, maybe you should come up with something else.

[ Not that it's not sort of fun in this Wild West cosplay way to be called a bandit, but he'd rather not be associated with those guys. He only smears entrails on his face in very specific circumstances!! ]

Good --

[ THE FLATTEST OF FLAT LOOKS ]

[ she's not wrong, though. ]

I've got fingers, you know. [ SMOOTH ] I could still pass out, though. You might have a point.

[ somehow he doesn't sound too disappointed ]

[ wow Angel you may have climbed up from the ho rank into someone whose company he actually enjoys! ]

[ or he's having newfound sex allergies due to the Angelnomaly Experience, who knows ]

Well. Alfie uses "gangsters," but that just. It sounds silly, right? Like, it's just - it's a silly word. Gangsters.

[ Silly. Unlike using "bandits" as the blanket term for people who aren't corporate scum. GEEZ. ]

And, um - yes, I, uh, know you do. Very nice fingers. But rest! And convalescence! And healing. You have to do all those things before you do me. I'm way down on the list. Old news. Below things like "sleep" and "take painkillers." I gave you those, right?

[ YEAH, ANGEL. YEAH. ]

You know, maybe I am a little squiffy. Not - not high, just a touch off.

[ YEAH. ]

I wouldn't use the word 'silly'.

[ Actually, now that she mentions it, it's kind of funny? But not in a bad way. Huh. Mobster definitely sounds better at least. ]

[ He watches her as she babbles on, but at least he's not protesting. Mostly because he's so damn ready to lose consciousness, but keeps holding on out of pure stubbornness. And also because he's been promised pillows and blankets and warm company. ]

[ Oh, now she admits it. ]

Really? I didn't notice.

[ YOU FUCK YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TOLD HER... ]

I would! But maybe I shouldn't. Are you offended? Because - 'cause I have nothing but respect for your profession, dude. Promise. Even if it's a silly word or - or, y'know, just falling under the bandit umbrella.

[ She's very serious. And very concerned that Squalo might think she's taking the piss. SHE WOULD NEVER. ]

And - shoot. Really? Then it's worse than I thought, because - I thought you said, before...? Oh, geez. Um.

[ WORRY WORRY. ]

Well. If I start doing or saying stupid things, will you stop me? Like I looked after you when you took too much vicodin? I don't wanna embarrass myself, so. So. I can trust you with that, right?

[ RIGHT

RIGHT, TOTALLY SOBER NOTBOYFRIEND ]

We're definitely more sophisticated than "bandits". [ Not because they want to be, though. It's just the peer pressure or something. ] Y'know what, I don't really care. Don't worry about it.

[ GOOD. Because if she was, it could be a Problem. ]

[ stop worrying gd ]

[ Squalo's grin goes so fuckin wide. He's definitely not as un-sober as he'd been last time, mostly because he's Actually In Pain and he only took one (part of a?) pill this time, but yeah. Still kinda high. But he's still capable of taking the piss a little bit. ]

Absolutely.

[ a pause for effect ]

What would be embarrassing for you? I gotta know if I'm gonna stop it.

[ He'll just. Sort of try to push himself up now. He'd like to get to that bed while he's still conscious. ]

Oh. Right. Don't worry. I can do that! Probably. If I start worrying, just yell at me? Because you're good at that. Yelling. Someone should give you a trophy.

[ Maybe someone has. Maybe back home Squalo has a fuckoff-huge gold trophy labelled "WORLD'S BEST YELLER" on a shelf in his little bandit hut that all bandits live in. Maybe that's a thing.

...It's probably not a thing. Whatever. She's running away with herself a little here anyway, isn't she? She's just supposed to be Not Worrying. Which would usually be pretty challenging, but it feels a lot easier to let go of things right now than it usually does. It's kind of nice! She really should try to Not Worry more often. ]

Well, see, I don't know if I can be relied upon to know what's embarrassing right now? Iunno if my judgement is impaired. So maybe just - I mean, there's the basics? Stop me if - if I start doing my Beckett impression in public, or if I start draping myself over people and telling them how much I love them, or if I start trying to sext the administrator because I think it'd be funny, or-- oh, d'you need help?

[ Because she can help! Instead of doing any of that stuff she just listed!! ]

I'm excellent at yelling. Wait, you takin' the piss?

[ Because knowing Squalo's family, he probably does have a trophy like that in solid gold. Except his little bandit hut is more like a giant bandit turbomansion. Made out of other smaller mansions. You know how that goes. ]

Alright, so if you decide to give me a public lap dance, I don't need to stop it, right?

[ A GLARING LOOPHOLE THERE, ANGEL. Clearly you will want to climb all over Squalo and give him a time of his life despite his significant blood loss way more than you would want to drape yourself over randos in a platonic manner. CLEARLY. ]

-- uh, yeah, that'd be swell.

No no no! The yelling is great. 'Cause it's a - it's a very Squalo...ish... thing? And I like you a lot, so I like things that are you-ish a lot. It's logic. Like-logic.

[ This is like one step removed from draping and ~*~*feelings talk.*~*~ HORRORS. ]

And I'm not gonna - it - I can't see myself doing anything like that no matter how inebriated I might get. The public bit. Because people would see? And I would die. So if I do, you gott-- you have to drag me somewhere private instead. Okay?

[ Because yeah no she's not going to rule anything out. WHAT IF ERIDIUM HIGHS LEAD TO EXTREME JUMP-ON-THE-NOT-BF URGES? IS IT THAT UNLIKELY?? IS IT???????

She's not going to worry about it too much , though (worrying is BAD). Time to help Squalo up instead! Again, she's surprisingly careful about it. Not even being blitzed out of her fucking mind can override the fussiness. ]

Good. 'Cause, I mean, you've got exquisite taste.

[ how does he even know a word like that ]

[ but also yes HORRORS ]

[ okay didn't she just say she wouldn't do it and is then giving him instructions what to do just in case she does. does it mean there's a chance it could happen. does it mean high lap dances are a real possibility ]

Deal.

[ He manages a grin as he basks in the fussiness and accepts about the bare minimum of help he needs to actually become vertical again. From there it should be a quick enough trip to the nearest mattress. ]

You're darn - damn right I do. Exclusive exquisite taste. Because - 'cause I'm a lot pickier than everyone thinks! People think I love everybody because, like, I do the self-sacrifice thing so easily? Like you know how I'm all "oh I have just met you and I would die for you" and stuff?? But that's not the important thing! That doesn't mean shit.

[ Oh hey Angel's acknowledging how fucked up she is. Super. And helping Squalo walk the few feet to the nearest bunk is apparently taking more concentration than she'd figured. She's not drunkenly staggering or anything, okay, but her perception is a little wobbly and the floor looks closer than usual and everything is buzzing slightly. Is this why they call it being buzzed? Huh.

IT'S A MESS. SHE'S A MESS. ]

The real way to know that I love someone is when I'd sacrifice other people for them. Like. I'd - I would doom everybody else in town if it'd get Rhys and Beckett and Enoch and you out? I'd feel really bad, and it would make me the worst freaking asshole, but I'd do it.

Don't tell anyone.

[ She makes a vaguely stern-looking shushing motion, then frowns. Is he going to need help sitting down? Because sitting down does suddenly seem like a very complicated process. With, like. Multiple joints involved. Wild.

She might need some help sitting down, actually,,, ]

[ THAT'S FINE. THEY'RE BOTH A MESS. AT LEAST SHE'S ADMITTING IT? KIND OF. ]

[ Don't worry, he can sit down fine. Which is really just sort of letting his ass fall down on the bunk while staring at Angel in amazement, because that is the least ridiculous or shameful thing she's said all evening and he's just. ]

[ That's it. That's exactly the right way to feel about family, always. ]

[ ~~THEY'RE HAVING LIKE TEN BABY SEPHIROTHS INDEED.~~ ]

[ (He's not paying that much attention to the fact that he's apparently "family" already right now. He's all focused on the fact that in addition to everything else, Angel is capable of feeling the same way he does. Well, aside from the feeling bad part.) ]

[ He's just going to "help" her down by pulling until she crashes into him and they both land backwards. There's a small pained grunt when she lands on him, but apparently his priorities aren't on self preservation right now. He's also trying to kiss her. On the mouth. Probably the most feverish of high kisses. ]

[ Such a reveal deserves a reward, alright. ]

No. That'd just make you someone who really loves.

[ OH. WELL. WELL. It isn't like she was expecting him to be horrified or freak out or anything, because he's Squalo, but. She wasn't expecting smooches, either.

Not that she's complaining or anything, clearly, since she's a little busy returning the kiss and there really isn't much room for anything else. Even that pained noise only gets a concerned little mmph in response because it's been so long and she likes him so much and kissing is really great, actually, how the heckie did she manage to go for so long without it?? ]

That's not - well. It can make me both.

[ Ordinarily she might argue that not everyone is capable of committing atrocities for the people they love no matter how strongly they feel about them, or launch into a rambling explanation of how no, actually, it means she's the worst person in the history of ever and she has powerpoint presentations to prove it. None of that feels especially pressing right now, though.

Man, eridium is great. Squalo is great. Sigh. ]

'Nd be careful of your - your bandagey bits! If you bleed out it'll suck so freaking bad.

[ WISE WORDS. That get followed up with more snogging, obviously. ]

Can. Won't. Don't listen to people who half-ass everything in their life.

[ After all, anyone who wasn't willing to break necks of hundreds and tear down the sun has never truly cared about someone. Simple as that. Why was it so difficult to comprehend for some people? Oh, probably because everyone enjoyed thinking their love was the truest and best. Well, not if you weren't willing to sacrifice everything for it. ]

[ ...it's probably a good thing the rest of that argument remains unspoken for now. ]

[ He'll just. Accept that additional snogging, thanks. It's great. ]

[ He's also about to pass out, but damn if he's not going to make every remaining waking second count. ]

Alright. I'll endeavour to exclusively listen to people who... um, who whole-ass everything. I know quite a few of those.

[ YOU COULD EVEN CALL THEM

ASS-WHOLES

GET IT

IT'S FUNNY ]

[ She's just going to let him pass out, now. And even help the process along by being the best human blanket possible. There may be stealth cuddling and hair stroking involved and it's cute as fuck. GROSS.

I mean once he's fast asleep she's also totally going to arrange some of his hair over his face so it looks like a stupidly long moustache before taking a photo and laughing about it for half an hour solid, but shhhhh ]

Good girl.

[ She gets a dumb kiss somewhere into her hair and then Squalo's out like a light. Probably the exhaustion and the blood loss for the most part, but as he continues breathing, it seems that it's no cause for concern. ]

[ Human blanket is muchly appreciated as well. It might be difficult for him to maintain normal body temperature without any help for a while otherwise. See above. ]

[ And oh my god those pictures would better not get publicly shared on the internet. ]

[ Don't worry they'll just get *privately* shared on the internet

IT'S FINE

ANGEL DOESN'T SHARE HER BLACKMAIL PICS FOLDER WITH JUST ANYONE GEEZ ]

[ unless it'd be really fucking funny ofc ]

[ WOULD IT ]

[ would it be ]

[ does he need to look out for weird stares and giggles ]

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