Yes obviously. Hurt the ones you tolerate and kill the ones you don't. A+ policy, would recommend. The other band members are smart enough to at least get out of the way as the devils surge past, but they're too used to it to be in any way scandalized or whatever.
Meanwhile, Squalo is struggling for his freedom. He's halfway through removing his belt by the time the door starts opening, and then he's blinking up at Xanxus for a moment before he's looking angry again. "Heeeeeyyy! Don't fucking call me that!" he manages to get out before he's fucking flying out.
He does roll, but whether or not it's intentional is another question. He also probably hits his head on a rock, because he looks a little wobbly as he gets up again, screaming after the fucking bus (yes, it can still be heard even with the rapidly growing distance). "Fucking asshole, I'll spit in your dinner until the day your liver crumbles!!"
With that, however, he flops over into the dust. Since most of their bandmates probably saw Squalo flying past the windows, at least one (probably Lussuria) will go to ask the driver to turn around. When they make it back and the manager (or whoever it is that always ends up wiping their asses) hops out to retrieve him, he looks fucking dead.
Except as soon as another cheery bandmate (probably Bel) starts prodding him with a stick, laughing and saying something about roadkill, he swats at it, turns over and starts snoring. All well that ends well? Back to the bus with everyone, because they obviously can't afford to stop for a hospital checkup. There's nothing a colorful bandage and a glass of booze can't fix, right?
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Meanwhile, Squalo is struggling for his freedom. He's halfway through removing his belt by the time the door starts opening, and then he's blinking up at Xanxus for a moment before he's looking angry again. "Heeeeeyyy! Don't fucking call me that!" he manages to get out before he's fucking flying out.
He does roll, but whether or not it's intentional is another question. He also probably hits his head on a rock, because he looks a little wobbly as he gets up again, screaming after the fucking bus (yes, it can still be heard even with the rapidly growing distance). "Fucking asshole, I'll spit in your dinner until the day your liver crumbles!!"
With that, however, he flops over into the dust. Since most of their bandmates probably saw Squalo flying past the windows, at least one (probably Lussuria) will go to ask the driver to turn around. When they make it back and the manager (or whoever it is that always ends up wiping their asses) hops out to retrieve him, he looks fucking dead.
Except as soon as another cheery bandmate (probably Bel) starts prodding him with a stick, laughing and saying something about roadkill, he swats at it, turns over and starts snoring. All well that ends well? Back to the bus with everyone, because they obviously can't afford to stop for a hospital checkup. There's nothing a colorful bandage and a glass of booze can't fix, right?