He obviously just got back from a mission -- strands of light hair misplaced, shirt untucked and creased, bags underneath blue eyes apparently still sparkling with determination, literally wheezing from dashing the longest distance he has been... Basil(icumi) comes to a halt in front of the swordsman and shoves a plain wrapped box of chocolate into his hand. "Happy belated Valentine's Day!" is all he yells before sprinting off near faster with a scarlet shade on his face that isn't from running.
Never mind that the CEDEF pawn was running more than 46 hours late; Squalo most definitely hadn’t been waiting up regardless of the facts. Basil could have hurtled himself straight into a freak accident in the middle of an assignment and bitten the dust while at it for all he cared – but as far as Vice Commander of Varia is concerned, it’s safe to say he’s a fairly fucking far cry from the kind of sad bastard who has to be made to sit tight and even lose sleep over something so damned trivial! But the brat has really done it this time - forcing him to stoop so low as to do both,
– and hell if Squalo plans on letting him get away with it.
Squalo’s all but frothing at the mouth by the time Basil is spotted gaining on him in the distance. Any vaguely-recognizable remnants of patience are just coming apart at the seams. His unruly and murderous aura has long since been spewing, like the hotel pipe infrastructure that Belphegor had once trashed half a decade ago during the Rainbow Battles. Only a real miracle will spare the younger of the two men of a great and devastating brutality. One from which Basil will sure as hell not emerge intact.
But in spite of his own impending fate (or maybe he’s just too dense to sense it? Which would verify Squalo’s theory that the CEDEF are all rough-around-the-edges weaklings,) Basil scuttles up, looking vaguely worse for wear. Squalo’s smoldering rage catches as he takes full notice of the younger man’s disheveled presentation. Above all, that odd glow of determination in Basil’s stupid, doe-eyed gaze that he likely knows grates on Squalo’s nerves.
For a split second, the stringent deputy of Varia almost feels genuine pity that the CEDEF member seemed to have taken an uninterrupted trek straight from his mission. And, as the holiday favors are shoved briskly into Squalo’s possession, the shark has half a mind to throw an insult about his incompetence. Strike up some sad form of banter (as a means of gauging the reasons to Basil’s pitiful state in a scathing, roundabout manner, characteristic only of the shark himself.)
But instead, Basil takes off just as quickly as he’d arrived. Incidentally, leaving the Emperor Swordsman IN THE DUST.
Some form of incredulous, agitated grunt is heard leaving Squalo. The rest of him: stopped dead in his tracks as he idly watches the younger man hightailing off, breaking the sound barrier at the speed which he seems to be traveling.
“Hrrrghh… … …—”
And that’s the last and final, god-forsaken straw before Squalo officially sees RED.
“VOOOOOOOOOII——! You have got to be screwing with me. I’m going to have your head, you fucking DIM-WITTED BRAT!!”
ooc; ( And that’s S84′s Valentines in a nutshell. Just listen to it. )
