[ Not until he lets go of the goddamned bat for good. ]
[ NO ANYTHING BUT THAT HE'S... SORRY?! why the fuck is he the only one caring about your competence anyway shouldn't it matter to YOU ]
[ He just keept grinning. ]
What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.
[ Yeah forget bribing authorities, he seemed to be planning to simply hijack the place in the middle of the night or something. ]
[ Takes one to know one. ]
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[ The dish washing is appreciated but not mentioned, instead Squalo leans in to whatever reflective surface is available to check the damage, and cards the glass out with gloved fingers. ]
That fucking ASSHOLE. [ Yeah he's not bothering to keep his voice down for that, then gives Yamamoto a glare. ] It's FINE. [ The Sword Emperor will not be done in by a mere flesh wound, damn it. ]
[ He could if it got infected, though, so he stalks towards the refridgerator cabinet, pulls out a bottle that looks like an expensive version of original Finlandia, and pours a good third of the contents on his head. Pure alcohol is a good disinfectant and wasting it is a petty way to get back at Xanxus, so it's a double win. ]
[ With that done, he tosses the bottle back into the cabinet with little care, spits on the floor and tucks the wet hair behind his ear. Any more questions? ]
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[ NO ANYTHING BUT THAT HE'S... SORRY?! why the fuck is he the only one caring about your competence anyway shouldn't it matter to YOU ]
[ He just keept grinning. ]
What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.
[ Yeah forget bribing authorities, he seemed to be planning to simply hijack the place in the middle of the night or something. ]
[ Takes one to know one. ]
~
[ The dish washing is appreciated but not mentioned, instead Squalo leans in to whatever reflective surface is available to check the damage, and cards the glass out with gloved fingers. ]
That fucking ASSHOLE. [ Yeah he's not bothering to keep his voice down for that, then gives Yamamoto a glare. ] It's FINE. [ The Sword Emperor will not be done in by a mere flesh wound, damn it. ]
[ He could if it got infected, though, so he stalks towards the refridgerator cabinet, pulls out a bottle that looks like an expensive version of original Finlandia, and pours a good third of the contents on his head. Pure alcohol is a good disinfectant and wasting it is a petty way to get back at Xanxus, so it's a double win. ]
[ With that done, he tosses the bottle back into the cabinet with little care, spits on the floor and tucks the wet hair behind his ear. Any more questions? ]
All right, let's go.