Chuckling against Xanxus's neck, Squalo slumps at the confirmation that he wasn't crazier than normal and that he wasn't alone in this sense of deja vu. All it does is make him bite down again, pleased with the whole situation and not really bothering to hide it. “Vooi, thank fuck it's not just me,” he finally vocalizes, pulling his teeth away from Xanxus's neck and giving the man more hard pushes into the knots he can reach on the man in his slight pleasure. “Thought I was going even more insane, you have any idea what a fucking feat that is to me? Pretty sure I was headed for a mental break down.”
He rolls his eyes again, though pulls back enough to look at his boss right in the eye, scanning for some sort of tell of well, he's not sure what he's looking for, but he doesn't think Xanxus would lie to him about something like this. After all, Squalo'd never lie to him, sure he might just not say everything he knows, because some things are better kept quiet than shouted from the rooftops at an glass shattering decibel. After all, anything Xanxus wanted was just fine with him, always had been and always will be.
“Then again, we both might just be getting crazier with age,” of fucking course Squalo has to let his mouth run, has to absolutely tease Xanxus about it. He knows the man doesn't count those 8 years in the ice, that by that logic, Xanxus is younger than him by a good 6 years at this point. But like fuck those 8 years didn't happen for Squalo, that he didn't count them. How couldn't he? They were his failure, no matter how many times he had to tell himself that no, there was nothing he could do, but like fuck will that irrational little part of his brain will stop blaming himself for how the coup ended those 18 years ago. “Not like that'd be fucking new though, could play it up. Terrify some trash into doing me a favor and killing themselves for not being fuckin' quality.”
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He rolls his eyes again, though pulls back enough to look at his boss right in the eye, scanning for some sort of tell of well, he's not sure what he's looking for, but he doesn't think Xanxus would lie to him about something like this. After all, Squalo'd never lie to him, sure he might just not say everything he knows, because some things are better kept quiet than shouted from the rooftops at an glass shattering decibel. After all, anything Xanxus wanted was just fine with him, always had been and always will be.
“Then again, we both might just be getting crazier with age,” of fucking course Squalo has to let his mouth run, has to absolutely tease Xanxus about it. He knows the man doesn't count those 8 years in the ice, that by that logic, Xanxus is younger than him by a good 6 years at this point. But like fuck those 8 years didn't happen for Squalo, that he didn't count them. How couldn't he? They were his failure, no matter how many times he had to tell himself that no, there was nothing he could do, but like fuck will that irrational little part of his brain will stop blaming himself for how the coup ended those 18 years ago. “Not like that'd be fucking new though, could play it up. Terrify some trash into doing me a favor and killing themselves for not being fuckin' quality.”