Xanxus had been more furious than usual that day. Apparently Squalo came in, dumped his report on Xanxus' desk, and didn't even make it to his room before collapsing on a nearby couch. Which is where he still was, snoring up a racket that not even a bottle of whiskey to the forehead could cure.

It’s about 11:47 when Squalo barges into his own room, carrying a bottle of white wine he managed to procure from A ‘Friend’. He screeches, possibly loud enough to wake the whole manor if they weren’t already up. “VOOOOII! I know you’re not in bed already.” The swordsman closes the door and makes his way to the bed, taking a seat and kicking ( Read more... )

The manor is relatively quiet that morning, with most residents still asleep. Squalo is one of them, curled comfortably in the perfect position to leech heat from Belle. He's sleeping deeply, so when it happens he doesn't even notice it happen ( Read more... )

He made it back to the manor about fifteen minutes ago, freezing his ass off. The first matter was making sure the fireplace was working. The second was delievering a written report to Xanxus. And the third was monopolizing previously mentioned fireplace in that comfy chair while sipping on hot cocoa to get to cold out of his bones. In fact, ( Read more... )

The mission hadn’t gone exactly as planned. Not in the least. The tipoff had been a false lead which led Squalo and his team right into the midst of an ambush. Most of his squad had perished in the ensuing skirmish, but Squalo and several others managed to emerge victorious, though suffering several serious wounds in the process ( Read more... )

Word came in that evening about some new Bovino invention. Usually, the Varia didn’t give a shit about anything the family did (aside from recovering stolen technology), so the information is usually ignored. Unfortunately, Xanxus calls Squalo into his office to let him know, then throws him out with the order to find Belle ( Read more... )

The Varia doesn’t get many days like this, when the rain and wind batters mercilessly at the manor and turns the ground to slushy mud gloomy enough to keep even the most bloodthirsty assassins inside. It’s quiet by their standards, lacking the usual explosions or scream of rage, or even the common hallway brawl. Instead, everyone seems to have ( Read more... )

The door to Xanxus’ study is cracked tonight, and slouched comfortably on a plush chair is the man himself. Nothing at all odd about that; in fact, it was a typical night at the Varia mansion ( Read more... )

Despite his need to only eat once a week, Squalo absolutely enjoyed his feeding time. Somewhat because it usually involved him taking a mental hold onto Belphegor’s mind, but mostly because the werecat’s blood was no much less sweeter than a humans ( Read more... )