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

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 ]

[ ...yes. ]

[ ANGEL ]

[ oh well at ]

[ at least it's not on the public network?? ]

[ EXACTLY ]

[ it's totally replacing flower crown beckett as her tablet wallpaper tho ]

[ wow ]

[ but thats also kind of sweet? look at him being her wallpaper lmao ]

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