The fact that he got away with the random gentleness with only mocking in return makes Squalo grin wide enough to show a full set of pearly white teeth and look far to predatory. He doesn't hold his tongue as he thinks about the words and what they mean, because they both know it's an empty thread. “Voooi, might be easier on me not risking brain damage every time you throw a fucking hissy fit if I did retire and let you replacement.” Eyes glint in his teasing and he knows that they both know that there was truly no place Squalo could imagine going even if something managed to rip him from Xanxus's side. “Still got dessert, though. You gonna complain? Lemme know so I can tune you out, Boss.” He adds sharply, remembering that yes, he needed to comment on that, if only for show.
Call Squalo sentimental, but every now and then he thought Xanxus needed that rare show of gentleness, something to remind him that there was always going to be a loud asshole standing behind him to help hold him up. Like he did way back when, when his name was different and silver hair never reached this sort of length. Ricardo had deserved it, and some part of him knows that it may have no place with men like them, who revel in that darkness and play in blood for giggles, everyone needs it. Didn't help he always liked the look he got afterwards, sneering like he didn't understand and maybe, Xanxus didn't, which was fucking fine with Squalo. He could do without getting shot a few times because he started being a gigantic fucking sap at him.
Worst way to die, definitely, attempting to be romantic at a guy who'd probably shoot him for saying that stuff. Death by saying romantic shit at Xanxus was not what he wanted on his death certificate, anyways. He buries the rest of the urges that he thinks that maybe one time he may have indulged more often at him, but now it's purposely rare.
That laugh though, it brings a delighted look to his face and Squalo can't help but think that alone will soothe the actual wounded pride that will come with a loss to anyone. Absolutely worth it, anyone who told him different could go stab themselves on his sword by “accident”. “Voooooi! What sort of favor? I'm going to beat you and that's all there is to it, Xanxus. Don't think I'll go easy on you.” There's a petulant tongue stuck out at him, like he was that bratty teen that pledged everything to him instead of a far older smart mouthed man he was now.
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Call Squalo sentimental, but every now and then he thought Xanxus needed that rare show of gentleness, something to remind him that there was always going to be a loud asshole standing behind him to help hold him up. Like he did way back when, when his name was different and silver hair never reached this sort of length. Ricardo had deserved it, and some part of him knows that it may have no place with men like them, who revel in that darkness and play in blood for giggles, everyone needs it. Didn't help he always liked the look he got afterwards, sneering like he didn't understand and maybe, Xanxus didn't, which was fucking fine with Squalo. He could do without getting shot a few times because he started being a gigantic fucking sap at him.
Worst way to die, definitely, attempting to be romantic at a guy who'd probably shoot him for saying that stuff. Death by saying romantic shit at Xanxus was not what he wanted on his death certificate, anyways. He buries the rest of the urges that he thinks that maybe one time he may have indulged more often at him, but now it's purposely rare.
That laugh though, it brings a delighted look to his face and Squalo can't help but think that alone will soothe the actual wounded pride that will come with a loss to anyone. Absolutely worth it, anyone who told him different could go stab themselves on his sword by “accident”. “Voooooi! What sort of favor? I'm going to beat you and that's all there is to it, Xanxus. Don't think I'll go easy on you.” There's a petulant tongue stuck out at him, like he was that bratty teen that pledged everything to him instead of a far older smart mouthed man he was now.