-xanxus-:

Xanxus couldn’t hold it in and started laughing. He stopped abruptly—coughing. God knows what made him to react like that, but at least it was able to kill a minute. He glimpsed at Squalo, taking in his exasperated look. He choked down his chuckle. Xanxus wasn’t sorry at all for killing the mood; mere minutes couldn’t satisfy him. Eight minutes really was for boiling an egg, and definitely not for…what they wanted to do.

“And wait, we shall,” he said, his voice with just a hint of annoyance.

Squalo rolled his eyes, his arms crossing right after with a look of annoyance. He laid back down however this time rolling onto his side, his back to Xanxus. Sure he knew that eight minutes definitely wasn’t enough but then again there are things that Squalo could think of that took only that long. But no matter.

“Yea, sure.” Now the swordsman was the one tapping his fingers on the table as he waited but it was more so from frustration than impatience.

dinocavallone:

“I was doing paperwork,” the blonde replied simply as he closed the door behind Squalo, “And you could have called before coming here, y’know.” Dino didn’t even want to think how his childhood friend got past the mansion’s gates. Guarded gates, he reminded himself.

Dino sighed as he tried to make out Squalo’s ranting, catching words like ‘dumb prince’ and ‘kill’, which somehow made sense to him despite the incoherency of the whole thing. “I—- sure, I guess.” He swallowed heavily against the pressure on his neck, suddenly stripped of his options. “I was done anyway,” he lied through his teeth, but better the lesser evil than dying young.

“Tch. Like hell I would! Besides, it’s not like I planned to come here.” he muttered albeit still loudly since he was still riled up.

“That’s good to hear.” he stated as he grinned maliciously at Dino. There was no way in hell that this trip despite being on accident would be for naught. That would only feed to Squalo’s anger and frustration at this point. “VOOOOIIII! So what’re you waiting for?! Crack open the bottles and lets get drinking already!” With one last slight strangle to Dino’s neck, he let the blonde go and started walking around to find the sitting room. He honestly couldn’t never remember where the damn room was.

(Source: sharkyvoiboy)

-xanxus-:

Xanxus shifted slightly on his seat, letting Squalo come closer to him, and easily caught the sly grin. Xanxus feigned innocence. He kept his face straight—his lips barely twitching—and cleared his throat. Avoiding eye contact with the other from fear of suddenly bursting out laughing, he casually replied,

“I don’t know. Boiling an egg, maybe?” he bit his lips then, keeping in a laugh that threatened to come out. “But that’s boring, isn’t it? Would you care to enlighten me?”

He turned his head, and looked at Squalo; his eyes bright with amusement. 

What was going on? Xanxus never reacted like this. The innocent look totally did not suit him until he saw a slight glint of amusement in his eyes. So this was amusing to him?

Boiling an egg…really? Squalo stared blankly at Xanxus, contemplating whether he should or not. Because really, that reply just totally killed the mood. So he let out a long sigh and shook his head. “Ah forget it. Not important anyways. You can just go back to waiting.” To which Squalo noticed there was now seven minutes remaining. Could this thing go any slower?

-xanxus-:

“You know I’m not the type of man who likes to wait,” he answered as he sat beside Squalo’s body on the table. “But I think I can manage ten minutes.”

The timer’s ticking, painfully audible through the silence that suddenly enveloped the kitchen, informed Xanxus that a minute had already passed. He looked down at the tiled floor; white, clean, and gleaming. Great, he thought sarcastically, nine more minutes of this delightful waiting. He stared at the boiling pot with narrowed eyes. Tick, tick, tick. Eight minutes. Xanxus crossed his legs, and uncrossed them. A new sound had joined the ticking. The sound of his fingers tapping the table. 

He let out a heavy sigh. “Okay, I might have lied about managing for ten minutes.”

“If you say so.” He said as he closed his eyes and simply waited. Squalo focused on all of Xanxus’ movements to see if he really could wait the full 10 minutes but even waiting was getting on the swordsman’s nerves. He wasn’t very patient either and damn was the food smelling good and he really was hungry.

Taking notice of the other moving far too much to be relaxing in the slightest, he slowly cracked an eye open to watch him. Having a hard time trying not to laugh at Xanxus’ effort to be patient. With a laugh he replied “I figured. But this silence is annoying.” He sat up and looked at Xanxus as he shuffled closer to him. “What takes eight minutes and is definitely not boring?” he questioned rhetorically with a sly grin.

dinocavallone:

“Squalo—” Dino said, albeit a bit breathless; he had just raced from his upstairs office to personally open the door for his friend, knowing that if his men had done it for him, they would only further the Varia Captain’s infuriation. No good result can come from it. Once the arriver was in view, the don’s eyebrows shot up, a look of confusion and expectancy on his face, “Do what do I owe you the pleasure…?” 

“Oi! What took you so long? If you had come any later, you would be a door short!” he spat. Making his way inside, he tore off his jacket, threw it to the side and began ranting about the dumb prince and how he had it out for Squalo more so than usual today. “Sometimes I just can’t fucking stand him.” Finally taking a breath, the silverette wrapped an arm around Dino’s shoulders. “How about a few drinks? You weren’t busy were you?” As he said the last part, his arm tightened around Dino’s neck letting him know that if he was doing anything that he now wasn’t any longer.

(Source: sharkyvoiboy)

-xanxus-:

Noticing that Squalo had no other orders, Xanxus took that opportunity to lean against the fridge and observe the swordsman work. He crossed his arms, yawned, and tried not to look too fascinated. It was amazing, he thought, that simple ingredients can turn into amazing meals. He rolled his eyes. Stupid. Xanxus must have been more bored than he had expected he would be.

He smiled softly at the kiss, then watched the other take a seat on a table. Xanxus pushed himself off the fridge and approached him. “Who knew we’d actually annoyingly cook food together,” he said, lightly placing a small kiss against his lips. “How long will this take?”

“Yeah, who knew.” He almost felt like paying Mammon to do it since it had already annoyed him thus far. Sure it was nice making a meal with the man he loved but the problem is making the meal. He supposed it was better than being in a crowded restaurant where they would probably smash a few heads in if even the smallest thing happened.

Laying down on the table, the silverette stared blankly at the ceiling, merely waiting for the timer he set much earlier to go off. Glancing over at it, he replied “About 10 minutes or so. You getting impatient or something?”

-xanxus-:

Nodding again, Xanxus set off to gather what was needed. Amazingly, he knew where the pots were, much to his chagrin. Lussuria was always the one to talk about the kitchen and all its “wonders”. Seems like all his chatting paid off.

Xanxus walked to where the cooking utensils were—and not really sure what “medium sized” was—grabbed the pot nearest to him, and threw it on the table for it to land perfectly upright with a loud bang. He’d rather wait for hell to freeze over than walk back and forth from the table to wherever the fuck he was.

Besides, it was getting too quiet and the penne noodles were in arms reach. Taking a quick aim, Xanxus shot a pack of noodles into the pot. He looked at Squalo, raised an eyebrow, and waited again for his next command.

His gloved hand reached for the pot that Xanxus had pulled out, pulling out the package of pasta and noticing the pot was a bit big but he merely shrugged that little detail off and ended up using it anyways. The silverette dropped all the vegetables needed for the sauce into the pot and added some water to make it more of a sauce than a relish.

He worked on the sauce carefully, knowing that there wasn’t much else for Xanxus to do. And once he thought the sauce would be fine on it’s own without him stirring it, he dropped the pasta into the boiling water, lowered the temperature then stirred it.
With everything under way, Squalo stretched his arms up before walking towards Xanxus and placing a chaste kiss on the other’s forehead then taking a seat at the nicely sized kitchen table.
“Tch..who knew food was so annoying to cook.”

He wasn’t quite sure why he had come here or how his walk had taken him here but apparently he stood infront of the large doors to the Cavallone manor. Normally Squalo was good when it came to dealing with Belphegor’s antics and the chaos that was Varia but earlier he just completely lost it and stormed out. That’s probably why his mind or more rather his memory took him to see a certain blonde, clumsy fool. Taking a deep breath, he let out a loud holler to get the guy’s attention. He wasn’t going to make this trip for nothing even if he had come here unintentionally.

-xanxus-:

Raising an eyebrow at the look on Squalo’s face, Xanxus wondered whether to pity the victim that his lover had chosen, or to help him throw potatoes at them. Either way it’ll involve root crops.

Xanxus nodded, and began searching for the said ingredients in the refrigerator. “This fridge is really…huge,” he said, mostly to himself. Looking for a drink was easy, alcohol was abundant, but vegetables that weren’t carrots or potatoes…not so much. This was harder than he thought, but finally Xanxus found them, under the potatoes.

Fucking potatoes.

Taking the vegetables to the stove, he looked at Squalo and waited for his next order.

Mentally adding that to his list to accomplish in his lifetime, he pushed it to the back of his mind for now. There was a dinner to make afterall!

Grabbing another pot and filling it with water, setting it to max on the stove, he heard Xanxus speak albeit quietly. Probably talking to himself. Not like Squalo hadn’t done the same so he merely shrugged it off.
“Ah. Thanks. get me another pot will you? A medium sized one.” With that he began preparing the veggies for the tomato sauce.
“Also, grab the penne noodles on your way back. We’ll be needing that when the water is boiled.”

dinocavallone:

“Hah, it’s fine. At least one of us is responsible…” he trailed off and heaved a sigh. “And he’d probably punch me again, now that I think about it…”

Dino muttered a small ‘thank you’ before draining his glass. Years of attending social gatherings had left him with a decent tolerance for alcohol, which was something to be thankful for at occasions such as this one. “Well, you can at least distract me with telling me how you guys have been doing, maybe.”

“Hn? What makes you say that? He’s calmed down a lot anyways so I’m pretty sure he won’t this time around. As long as it’s not jeopardizing me and him as being a thing then he will be mostly calm with you.” he said as he gave a reassuring pat on the blonde’s shoulder.

He had to think a moment, drinking his glass of whiskey before answering. “We’re doing actually pretty well, or I should think we are.” Pausing only to let out a short laugh before continuing. “I never entirely know what’s going through his mind. It’s always been difficult to tell. But he seems pretty happy right now which is always a good thing.”