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[Video comes on, but almost before the image can register, sound howls through the network. On the screen? Squalo’s mouth is open wide enough to swallow his own fist, and the sound that comes out of his mouth? Well, bummer for the network if their volume wasn’t turned almost all the way down, because their ears were about to be blessed with the dulcet tones of the number one loudest member of the mafia.]

VOOOOOOIIIIII!! This is one shitty joke! I have trash to kill, so somebody better tell me how to get back home right the fuck now.

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[He knows that sound! He'd know that sound in his sleep...or anywhere, really. So it's no surprise the cheerful response is volleyed right back at him almost immediately, before Yamamoto's even looked at the video.]

Squalo!

[IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME!]

Brat! Wh -- ! [WAIT a moment the little shit's voice is all wrong. ALL WRONG!] What the hell is wrong with you?

Haha, what are yo--WOAH!

[Amber eyes go wide as dishes as he actually looks at the video feed that went with the familiar death knell.]

Woah...

You're young again!

How old did you expect me to be, dumbass? Why the hell are you old?

I'm not old! You're younger!

[and then the thought hits him and Yamamoto can only blink as the question's out of his mouth before he's even really thought it. ]

Wait, how old are you?

I'm twenty-fuckin-two. [UGH what a painnnnnnnnnnnn! Squalo's loud but he's not completely stupid. It's easy enough to figure out.] Just because you're from a different point in time doesn't mean I won't still kick your sorry ass.

Wait, haha, you're younger than me?? [oh. OH. THIS WAS HILARIOUS. His teacher and mentor, younger. Yamamoto starts chuckling and that chuckling eventually turns into full blown, belly clutching laughter.]

Oh I needed that, hahaha!

HEY! [HE BRISTLES.] I'll cut that stupid grin off your face, brat!

Haha, sure. You can try.

[His smirk clearly says Bring it. He knows all your moves, shark man. Hell, he knows moves of yours you don't know yet, since you taught them to him.]

Yeah? Where are you? I'll see if you're worth the time I've put into your shitty ass.

Uh, Thor? Not sure why though, seems like it'd be more Lambo's area, or Levi's. [He was the God of Thunder, right? Made sense to him.]

You?

I don't think yelling like that is going to get them to let you go home any faster...

[But Wako, this is his inside voice.] If you don't have anything useful to say, keep your goddamned mouth shut.

[Well that's just rude. 8|] What am I suppose to say to something like that? Anyway, I don't think this is a joke.

You could do us all a favor and not say anything at all. I don't give a shit what you think.

Watch your voice, pal! You're gonna wake up the night owls!

Watch your goddamn mouth, trash. You think I give a fuck about owls?

Not the brightest, huh? You might want to cool off before you pull a muscle and get a facial tick.

[ Greed rubs his ear, wincing. ] No need to yell. We can hear you fine without it.

[Sorry, Greed. :(] Who the fuck is yelling?!

[THUD.

HOLY SHIT yeah that sure was the sound of Allen falling right off his bed. It's kind of ironic because he just scared someone else out of their bed earlier. This is probably karma.

Luckily, the bracelet's slammed on into voice so he preserves a little dignity.

Through his wince:]

Y-Your yell is louder than any warning signal. Please save it for emergencies, sir.

[A beat.]

Though perhaps, if you try yelling in your House instead of here, a 'god' will pop out sooner or later.

Are you fucking telling me to shut up? [He leans in toward the camera.] Cause I don't take orders from pieces of shit like you.

[He's already fallen out of bed, so he does his best not to flinch -- he has to preserve some dignity. Of course, he has no idea he's in voice mode.]

No, sir. I wouldn't presume to give orders to strangers or elders.

... I was simply suggesting, since you are looking for 'a way home', that you may want to concentrate your efforts on finding the 'gods'. The rest of us do not know much more than yourself.

[Maybe Squalo got the extra set of pipes that Mikelo was born without? :|a It'd certainly make sense... He's blinking at the screen with a lifted brow, a finger in his ear as he recovers from the startling bellow. (Jeeze, man...)

He's then seen writing something just off-screen, the faint squeak of a dry-erase pen giving it away. Another moment or so later, the boy holds up a small white-board' he appears a little amused, in spite of the irritation that came with such volume. Neatly and swiftly printed in a dark orange ink is the following:

[Squalo squints at the orange writing, obviously unimpressed, before leaning back and snorting disdainfully.] I don't put on airs for worthless brats like you.

[ (Gonna take more than that. Too bad~) Both brows lift this time in mock surprise. "Oh, you don't?" his expression seems to say. Another scribble and he holds the board up again, closer to the camera this time.

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Why would you want t' kill trash? Couldn't yah just dispose of it or somethin'?

How the fuck else are you gonna get rid it? A brat like that's better off dead anyway.

Hmm--well there are several ways t' take out the trash. Quietly, you could wrap it up and suffocate it in a tapestry. Nosily, you could drag it down the street and cause a scene.

People tend t' like nosily more, and what better an audience than this? New faces, new people, new stage.

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