[ So, when Squalo returns to the suite at the end of day and finds it empty, at first he doesn't think much of it. Xanxus could have finally decided to get off his ass and go out, or maybe he's getting kitty litter or something. It's not like he's actually physically restrained to the place. ]
[ But a couple hours pass, and he realizes the eerie silence is not because the cats are sleeping or hiding in one of the other rooms, but because they're not there. ]
[ And neither is Xanxus. ]
[ Naturally, Squalo tries calling him first. Nobody's picking up, so he'll start sending texts. One after another, every few minutes, because he has no chill. ]
Where are you?
Pick up
Come on pick up
What happened?
Answer me
Hey
Hey
Shitty boss
Hey
Pick up
Are you okay?
What's going on?
Do you need help?
Just tell me if you're okay
PICK UP DAMMIT
[ Later, once he's reassured by Satan that Xanxus was not, in fact, removed from Hell, the panic subsides somewhat. The texts, however, don't. ]
Where are you?
What's the big idea?
Okay, okay, I get it, you're upset. You can come home now. We'll talk about it like adults and put it behind us.
How fucking hard is it to answer a goddamn text?
CALL ME
Please come back I need you
Why aren't you answering?
Tell me where you are I'll come find you
Why are you doing this to me?
Is this your idea of a joke? Enough is enough. Talk to me.
What did I do?
Pick up
Are you done being a tantrum throwing BABY yet?
Xanxus please
FINE, DON'T TELL ME, I'LL FIND YOU MYSELF
[ Followed by more calls again, of course. Ring ring motherfucker. ]
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voice-to-text; probably at least like 300 texts in total but i'm not writing them all out ffft
Date: 2020-09-12 05:43 pm (UTC)[ But a couple hours pass, and he realizes the eerie silence is not because the cats are sleeping or hiding in one of the other rooms, but because they're not there. ]
[ And neither is Xanxus. ]
[ Naturally, Squalo tries calling him first. Nobody's picking up, so he'll start sending texts. One after another, every few minutes, because he has no chill. ]
Where are you?
Pick up
Come on pick up
What happened?
Answer me
Hey
Hey
Shitty boss
Hey
Pick up
Are you okay?
What's going on?
Do you need help?
Just tell me if you're okay
PICK UP DAMMIT
[ Later, once he's reassured by Satan that Xanxus was not, in fact, removed from Hell, the panic subsides somewhat. The texts, however, don't. ]
Where are you?
What's the big idea?
Okay, okay, I get it, you're upset. You can come home now. We'll talk about it like adults and put it behind us.
How fucking hard is it to answer a goddamn text?
CALL ME
Please come back I need you
Why aren't you answering?
Tell me where you are I'll come find you
Why are you doing this to me?
Is this your idea of a joke? Enough is enough. Talk to me.
What did I do?
Pick up
Are you done being a tantrum throwing BABY yet?
Xanxus please
FINE, DON'T TELL ME, I'LL FIND YOU MYSELF
[ Followed by more calls again, of course. Ring ring motherfucker. ]