KHRFest Prompt
Title: Emoticons
Author/Artist: asario
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: Squalo's mouth. That's it this time!
Prompt: II-43. Dino/Squalo - texting; "a mafia boss should not use fucking emoticons"
Word count: 1,051 words
Summary: Dino was really good at annoying Squalo
Squalo had been in Boss’ office when the first text came. He had jumped a little when he felt his phone vibrate against his thigh (thanking god it was on silent, or else he would have been beaned in the head with another glass today; he had already dodged ten of them) and resisted the urge to check it.
Xanxus would tolerate a lot of things - no, wait, that was a lie - but he really wouldn’t appreciate Squalo ignoring him in favor of checking his phone. He shifted in his seat a little as the phone vibrated again, trying to ignore that odd feeling.
“What the fuck is your problem, trash?” Xanxus growled out, his eyes trained on Squalo. He seemed to be pissed off, but that was his perpetual state, so Squalo ignored it.
“Just want to get out of here, Boss, and do my fucking job,” he shot at him. Though he quirked an eyebrow, Xanxus didn’t say a word, used to his second in command’s temper and impatient attitude. Then he rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair.
“Then get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see you until the job’s finished.” Squalo stood and gave a smarmy salute before turning on his heel. He made sure that the door was closed before he took out his phone. He had two texts, both from the same person, and both between five minutes of each other. He felt the vein over his eye throb as he read who they were from, and then, as he read the actual texts, felt his entire eye twitch in annoyance. Only Bucking Horse would send him annoying texts like this (well, that wasn’t true, Lussuria did it all the time, as did Bel, and occasionally Yamamoto when he was being particularly stupid, or in Italy). The first - Hey Squalo :D - and the second, five minutes later - What’s taking so long? I miss you ;_; -- made him want to bang his head against something. Hard. Instead, his fingers flew over the keys, typing out a decent response to the texts.
What the FUCK is wrong with you? was his reply. While not particularly inventive, it did give Squalo a little satisfaction. Though that little bit of satisfaction was gone as soon as Dino answered back.
I was bored :-o zz, so I thought I would text you.
Squalo stared at the text for a minute, and he couldn’t decide if he was more pissed off by the message or the thing in the middle. He decided to be more pissed about the thing in the middle.
What the fuck is that thing?
What thing?
Dino’s ignorance made Squalo want to kick something really hard. Like Bel.
That fucking emoticon. What the fuck is it and why are you sending it?
Oh! It’s a bored face. Isn’t it cute? I have more! ;D
Squalo didn’t even bother to answer that one. It was time to settle this is person. He was going to teach Dino a lesson. With that decision made, he stuck the phone in his pocket, ignoring the constant buzzing against his thigh, and stormed out of the mansion (it never once occurred to him to shut off the phone). On the drive over to Dino’s place, he took out his phone to check the texts that Dino had left him while he was on his way over. And each one had a stupid fucking emoticon, ranging from the silly to the downright ridiculous. By the time he pulled up to Dino’s place and stalked through the estate, searching for him, he was downright pissed. He was so pissed that he didn’t even bother to stop when Romario attempted to intercept him at Dino’s office. He pushed by the Cavallone’s right hand man and slammed open the door,
“VOOOOOI, BUCKING HORSE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” he shouted. He got a small bit of satisfaction when Dino jumped, nearly toppling over his chair (and he would have if his men weren’t around. Probably. Squalo didn’t want to think about the times that Dino wasn’t clumsy around him, because that brought on another whole shitload of issues he wasn’t ready to deal with yet), but didn’t let him deter him. “A mafia boss should not use fucking emoticons!”
“Squalo, I was just having fun,” Dino replied, not getting up. Since he didn’t, Squalo strode over to the desk and slammed his hands on it, leaning close.
“You still shouldn’t be using fucking emoticons. They fucking annoy the shit out of me,” he hissed. Though Dino pouted and looked a little upset, it didn’t deter Squalo. “Stop fucking using them.”
“Just two more? I’ll stop after that, I promise.” Squalo stared at him a moment before rolling his eyes.
“Fine. But no more fucking emoticons after that.” Dino beamed at him and, for a moment, Squalo wondered if he needed sunglasses.
“Thanks.” Dino picked up his phone and typed something with it. When his phone vibrated, Squalo pulled it out and looked at the message left. All it had was <3?. He stared at it a moment before sighing.
“What the fuck do you think?” When Dino grinned this time, he was sure that he needed sunglasses. Then his phone went off again and he glanced down to see :-*?, which made him blink slowly in confusion. “What does that mean?”
“Kiss?” Squalo glanced at Dino and when he saw the hopeful look on his face, he sighed. It had always been tough to say no to Dino, even if he didn’t want to admit.
“You fucking idiot. You didn’t have to use a stupid fucking emoticon for that.” With that, he leaned down and kissed him. There was no talk of emoticons for the rest of the night, and really, it didn’t matter anymore.
OMAKE - Later that night:
Squalo woke up when his text tone went off. He groaned, pulling away from Dino’s warmth and reaching for his phone. It took a minute for his eyes to clear, still blurry from sleep. And then he saw just what was there. One simple, stupid thing.
;-*
“VOOOOOOOI. WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT THIS SHIT?” There was no answer, only snickering from the other side of the bed.
Author/Artist: asario
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: Squalo's mouth. That's it this time!
Prompt: II-43. Dino/Squalo - texting; "a mafia boss should not use fucking emoticons"
Word count: 1,051 words
Summary: Dino was really good at annoying Squalo
Squalo had been in Boss’ office when the first text came. He had jumped a little when he felt his phone vibrate against his thigh (thanking god it was on silent, or else he would have been beaned in the head with another glass today; he had already dodged ten of them) and resisted the urge to check it.
Xanxus would tolerate a lot of things - no, wait, that was a lie - but he really wouldn’t appreciate Squalo ignoring him in favor of checking his phone. He shifted in his seat a little as the phone vibrated again, trying to ignore that odd feeling.
“What the fuck is your problem, trash?” Xanxus growled out, his eyes trained on Squalo. He seemed to be pissed off, but that was his perpetual state, so Squalo ignored it.
“Just want to get out of here, Boss, and do my fucking job,” he shot at him. Though he quirked an eyebrow, Xanxus didn’t say a word, used to his second in command’s temper and impatient attitude. Then he rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair.
“Then get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see you until the job’s finished.” Squalo stood and gave a smarmy salute before turning on his heel. He made sure that the door was closed before he took out his phone. He had two texts, both from the same person, and both between five minutes of each other. He felt the vein over his eye throb as he read who they were from, and then, as he read the actual texts, felt his entire eye twitch in annoyance. Only Bucking Horse would send him annoying texts like this (well, that wasn’t true, Lussuria did it all the time, as did Bel, and occasionally Yamamoto when he was being particularly stupid, or in Italy). The first - Hey Squalo :D - and the second, five minutes later - What’s taking so long? I miss you ;_; -- made him want to bang his head against something. Hard. Instead, his fingers flew over the keys, typing out a decent response to the texts.
What the FUCK is wrong with you? was his reply. While not particularly inventive, it did give Squalo a little satisfaction. Though that little bit of satisfaction was gone as soon as Dino answered back.
I was bored :-o zz, so I thought I would text you.
Squalo stared at the text for a minute, and he couldn’t decide if he was more pissed off by the message or the thing in the middle. He decided to be more pissed about the thing in the middle.
What the fuck is that thing?
What thing?
Dino’s ignorance made Squalo want to kick something really hard. Like Bel.
That fucking emoticon. What the fuck is it and why are you sending it?
Oh! It’s a bored face. Isn’t it cute? I have more! ;D
Squalo didn’t even bother to answer that one. It was time to settle this is person. He was going to teach Dino a lesson. With that decision made, he stuck the phone in his pocket, ignoring the constant buzzing against his thigh, and stormed out of the mansion (it never once occurred to him to shut off the phone). On the drive over to Dino’s place, he took out his phone to check the texts that Dino had left him while he was on his way over. And each one had a stupid fucking emoticon, ranging from the silly to the downright ridiculous. By the time he pulled up to Dino’s place and stalked through the estate, searching for him, he was downright pissed. He was so pissed that he didn’t even bother to stop when Romario attempted to intercept him at Dino’s office. He pushed by the Cavallone’s right hand man and slammed open the door,
“VOOOOOI, BUCKING HORSE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” he shouted. He got a small bit of satisfaction when Dino jumped, nearly toppling over his chair (and he would have if his men weren’t around. Probably. Squalo didn’t want to think about the times that Dino wasn’t clumsy around him, because that brought on another whole shitload of issues he wasn’t ready to deal with yet), but didn’t let him deter him. “A mafia boss should not use fucking emoticons!”
“Squalo, I was just having fun,” Dino replied, not getting up. Since he didn’t, Squalo strode over to the desk and slammed his hands on it, leaning close.
“You still shouldn’t be using fucking emoticons. They fucking annoy the shit out of me,” he hissed. Though Dino pouted and looked a little upset, it didn’t deter Squalo. “Stop fucking using them.”
“Just two more? I’ll stop after that, I promise.” Squalo stared at him a moment before rolling his eyes.
“Fine. But no more fucking emoticons after that.” Dino beamed at him and, for a moment, Squalo wondered if he needed sunglasses.
“Thanks.” Dino picked up his phone and typed something with it. When his phone vibrated, Squalo pulled it out and looked at the message left. All it had was <3?. He stared at it a moment before sighing.
“What the fuck do you think?” When Dino grinned this time, he was sure that he needed sunglasses. Then his phone went off again and he glanced down to see :-*?, which made him blink slowly in confusion. “What does that mean?”
“Kiss?” Squalo glanced at Dino and when he saw the hopeful look on his face, he sighed. It had always been tough to say no to Dino, even if he didn’t want to admit.
“You fucking idiot. You didn’t have to use a stupid fucking emoticon for that.” With that, he leaned down and kissed him. There was no talk of emoticons for the rest of the night, and really, it didn’t matter anymore.
OMAKE - Later that night:
Squalo woke up when his text tone went off. He groaned, pulling away from Dino’s warmth and reaching for his phone. It took a minute for his eyes to clear, still blurry from sleep. And then he saw just what was there. One simple, stupid thing.
;-*
“VOOOOOOOI. WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT THIS SHIT?” There was no answer, only snickering from the other side of the bed.