#priderain

    It’s a pleasant day in Southern Italy, the sun masked by a whisper of clouds to keep the blazing heat at bay. With a sigh, Dino made his way through a small town, his eyes hidden by dark tinted glasses, his tattoos fully visible. He saw no real reason to hide them in this town, all the citizens knowing him to some extent as a decent man. His right hand taps a small bag loosely held in his grip, the opposite holding a drink carrier.

meme. && selectively accepting. && @priderain​

     There’s a visible flinch as the words leave Squalo’s lips, Dino’s head turning away to stare at the far wall. They hadn’t exactly been the most buddy-buddy lately, and it had finally been brought up by someone else. A  member of Dino’s famiglia mentioned it without thinking, earning a glare from both friends, before he’d backing out of the room.

     What ensued was a few words back and forth, escalating slowly, until both were standing at opposite ends of Dino’s office, anger evident on their faces and in their posture, and even more so in their words. Dino attempted to stay calm, but time and again, things that were said on both sides caused his blood to boil. It finally ended in this; You’re too fucking idealistic! Always have been; it’s stupid, and pointless. I hate it.

    Stepping out of his office, breathing easier just being out the door for a second, Dino jogs down from the second story of the Cavallone estate to the lower level, only slowing when he neared the kitchens. There’s a very faint, yet still noticeable, smile on his face, and it’s coupled with a faint laugh when the doors to his destination are pushed open. Bags, paper, plastic, and fabric, littered the counter tops, and after washing his hands, Dino begins to root through them.

     One ear is trained on the hall leading here, waiting for the nearly silent footsteps of his friend as he began to set different ingredients on the counters. Romario had once again gone above and beyond, not that Dino was complaining. The three flavors of gelato were there, along with fresh and canned fruits and fresh whipping cream, along with various other treats.

[ That it takes him a moment says volumes about how…                                  unexpected? unwelcome? unconscionable?  the change is. In fact, it takes until Squalo opens his mouth                    all smiles and delight                                      that he realizes.

 Hurt hits first. It hits hardest–           that Squalo would remove their promise           that Squalo would be glad to be rid of it           that Squalo would flaunt it afterwards.

 Naturally, the hurt turns to anger and he snarls lips pulled back from his teeth like a furious lion as he reaches out and grabs the Rain by his lapels reeling him in close, eyes ablaze with fury.

[ Let him in?                                                Let him in?

  Xanxus’ lips peel back from his teeth and a hand reaches     snatches,     pulls,      lifts  until Squalo’s scowl is right in his face                    until the heat of his anger is almost oppressive. 

[text -- Squalo: sent] I’m.... You’re attractive yeah, but. This is not the number you’re looking for.

MASAMUNE????