Mukuro & Squalo || Murky Waters
“Just trying to be polite to an unusual guest that has decided to grace my humble home with his presence and, as it seems, blood as well.” Mukuro answers back and makes two more steps to get closer to Squalo.
He looks down on the bloody wounds that Squalo has. The shark must be in pain, his voice and the expression on his face were signs enough for that. Mukuro could take the pain away, if only until the shark of Varia has cleaned himself up a bit, but, sadly, the illusionist wasn’t that nice, nor generous.
Mukuro tilts his head on one side and then asks, “Would you like some help? It won’t come for free, of course, since nothing comes for free in this world.” he doesn’t smile nor taunt like usually he would. This wasn’t the right situation for that.
While Squalo tries to decide what to do though the haze made by the pain he was feeling Mukuro tried to see how much damage had been done to the assassin, apart from the bleeding arm and the damaged leg. It was hard to tell, since Squalo was sitting on the ground and leaning slightly forward, as to somehow lessen the pain.
“Tch, polite will get you no where. I don’t deal with your shit. Get out of here. I have things to take care of.”
Squalo turned his back onto Mukuro and went to walk onwards. He didn’t want to deal with Mukuro with the state that he was currently in. Why did Mukuro just continue to hover? What did he want? Suddenly, as Mukuro spoke, Squalo stopped and turned his head to look at Mukuro before sliding down onto the ground and ignored Mukuro for the time being.
“I don’t want any help from you. Just get lost will you?! I don’t have the time for you!”