Little Hades IC Inbox + Mailbox

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Xanxus
			IC Inbox
			►email: truetenth@hellmail.com (personal) un: truetenth
			►email: varia@hellmail.com (business)
			►email: XVongola@brimstone.com (work)
			►phone: 666 1010 3926*
			Address: Gehenna Lane 1010 work address: Brimstone Punishment Division
			write, call, mail severed horse heads, come bother him in person.etc. *You may get transferred to Squalo at any time
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action; backdated

[sharktrash]

(( most likely few days after this ))


[ Something's wrong. ]

[ Ever since that fight with the fire bitch, Squalo can't shake the feeling something's not quite right. Xanxus had been winning it, at least it looked that way until he'd smashed Squalo into the street head first and that was where his memory ended. He'd come to a few hours later to find Xanxus soaking wet and refusing to talk about what happened. Not that he pressed much, very familiar with that quiet rage he had written all over his face. ]

[ But even if he'd lost, this wasn't supposed to haunt him like this. ]

[ It's been days, and he still notices it. The way Xanxus seems tenser than usual. How he sometimes stares off into the distance as if forgetting he's there. How there's a hint of dark circles under his eyes even when he goes to bed on time. ]

[ Squalo's worried, but he's got no idea how to go about this without making it worse. ]

[ He'll try bringing him hot chocolate to bed, for starters. ]

Re: action; backdated

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[ He knows it's pretty stupid to keep this sort of shit from Squalo, but he does. He honestly doesn't want to tell his Second that he got frozen. Again. For a third time.

To him, there is nothing more horrifying that the feeling of ice slowly crawling up his legs and not being able to do anything about it as it slowly encloses him until there is nothing but cold and pain and darkness. Where all he has is his thoughts and the crippling fear that this time...he won't come back out. That it really will be forever. ]

[ It hadn't been, but that doesn't stop the nightmares that came back hard. Fueled into something even worse than the usual due to sleeping in a freezing cold house. ]

[ As is it, he's barely slept now. Not since that. Even now, he's laying in his bed with far more covers than he usually has, which is basically every blanket in the house that's not being used and he's sitting up, fighting sleep with all the perseverance of the paranoid. He might have almost drifted off when the door opens and he starts awake to glare at the intruder. ]

The fuck do you want?

[ He's so exhausted, there's not even any force behind the question. ]

[sharktrash]

[ That's unusually considerate of him, unless he's only doing it to be able to deny it's ever happened better. Squalo would blame himself, even if it was Xanxus himself that took him out of the fight this time. ]

[ He holds out the steaming mug (extra cream and chocolate sprinkles) like a peace offering, frowning slightly at the blanket fort and the fact that Xanxus seemed to have nested into it sitting-up. ]

You're not sleeping well. [ It's not really a question. ] I could help.

[ Usually Xanxus wasn't a huge fan of getting knocked the fuck out for the night, but this had gone on long enough. ]

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[ He glares, but it just doesn't have any fire to it. Not like usual. He wonders if Squalo remembers those first few months after he returned to the Varia from the Ice. It's a lot like this. In fact, it was exactly like this. ]

Is it spiked? If not, get the hell out and don't come back without a bottle of whiskey.

[ He's still taking that cocoa. It better be alcoholic because if it's not, he's half-heartedly throwing it at Squalo's head. ]

[ He won't say he's fine because he won't lie to Squalo. But he also won't say why he's having issues. He just wants to pretend that what happened never happened. ]

[sharktrash]

[ He wishes he could forget. And that only makes him worry more. What the fuck happened? Who was responsible? He was going to find them, kill everyone they loved and tear out their hearts, damn it. ]

Shut up and drink your cocoa.

[ A five year old's drink for a five years old. Poetic justice and all that. It's probably not spiked, but it's still tasty! Drinks with milk are great for when you can't sleep and all. ]

[ And Squalo will be pissed if Xanxus actually throws it, because it's not that easy to whip up a sweet beverage in Hell. He subtly tries to douse Xanxus with a bit of Rain as he passes the mug, hoping it'd make up for "spiking". ]

[ If Xanxus still throws it, he'll be shrieking indignantly and ranting about how he gets no thanks for all the things he does and so on. ]

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Fuck you.

[ He says that, but he's still going and drinking the damn cocoa. Mostly because it is warm and right now he feels like he's never getting warm again. ]

[ He leans back against the headboard, looking only slightly more relaxed. It's more the Rain than the cocoa. ]

This is good, I guess.

[ He really does appreciate it. But more than that, he reaches out, taking a freezing hand off that mug to wrap some of Squalo's hair around his fingers. ]

I still want whiskey though.

[sharktrash]

Buy me a Ferrari first.

[ yeah he's kidding. but gotta be an asshole back at you. ]

[ Squalo watches him with a slight frown. He can see, even sense that tension, and it drives him mad not to know what it's about. ]

[ Maybe he can douse him with more Flames once he finishes the coco. ]

I'll get some.

[ He sits down on the edge of the bed, watching the other man's fingers tangle in his hair. ]

You gonna tell me what happened?

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[ Is that a Dino crack? That seems like a Dino crack. And normally, such a thing would immediately earn Squalo a hell of a punch because he's in no way like that fucking loser! But right now, he really doesn't want to let go of his little handhold of hair. ]

You better. And the good stuff. If it's shit, I'll make you drink it.

[ He gives another tug and growls a little. He's angry. He's angry because it happened again. A second time and he knows Squalo would take it just as badly as he did. ]

Bullshit is what happened. Utter bullshit.

[ A pause and then a very angry swear. It really is just like he had been after that 8 years. ]

Fuck, it's so cold.

[sharktrash]

[ Is it? Has Dino bought Squalo a Ferrari? Considering that (probably) still didn't get him any, there's no reason for Xanxus to get jealous or punch-y. ]

[ It's true, he would. But in some ways, not knowing is even worse, because he's free to fantasize the worst. ...which is about what happened. ]

Bullshit is how you've been acting the last few days.

[ Nobody in the Varia or probably anywhere would dare to talk to Xanxus like that, and here Squalo is, swearing right back at him and calling him out on his crap. It's what a right hand does, as far as he's concerned. ]

[ That last part makes him flinch though, just barely, and he moves to get up. ]

I'll get more heaters.