[ 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. ]
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Date: 2016-10-08 02:51 pm (UTC)[ 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. ]