As the classy individual that he is, Squalo not only made sure to stuff his face in the kitchen -- listen, it's been months since he had anything other than the prison slop and at this point he doesn't even care if it turns into eldritch monster's droppings mid-plate -- but also carry a dessert plate of meat and snacks with him as he goes exploring.
Most people wouldn't walk down an ominous looking staircase and try to break into someone's torture dungeon. Squalo isn't most people, however, and he does it while chewing on a fancy miniatiure fishcake. Anyone wanting to (sort of) hide something had to have something worthwhile there, and it's not like he has better things to do. He's definitely not sleeping in someone else's house.
The first few rooms he checks are disappointingly empty, but the fourth time's the charm when he stumbles upon some poor nondescript sod hanging off the torture wheel. They immediately plead for his help and he thoughtfully shoves another piece of food in his mouth before gently tipping the wheel into a less comfortable position and patting the person's cheek patronizingly.
"You really gotta sell that better. A'ight, you think some more about how you can repay me and try again."
His voice is really too damn loud in a small space like this, and then there's several other voices from other doors, asking for the same thing. Squalo only looks surprised for a moment before he hops out into the hallway in something almost like a dance-step.
"Listen up, trashbags! We're gonna have a little contest. One of you walks free tonight!"
He pauses for dramatic effect, disregarding any confusion and/or horror.
"The last one alive, that is."
He's too caught up in the moment to notice anyone else approaching, and if he comes face to face with someone very much not in chains as he turns, well. He looks more inconvenienced than terrified at the moment.
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Most people wouldn't walk down an ominous looking staircase and try to break into someone's torture dungeon. Squalo isn't most people, however, and he does it while chewing on a fancy miniatiure fishcake. Anyone wanting to (sort of) hide something had to have something worthwhile there, and it's not like he has better things to do. He's definitely not sleeping in someone else's house.
The first few rooms he checks are disappointingly empty, but the fourth time's the charm when he stumbles upon some poor nondescript sod hanging off the torture wheel. They immediately plead for his help and he thoughtfully shoves another piece of food in his mouth before gently tipping the wheel into a less comfortable position and patting the person's cheek patronizingly.
"You really gotta sell that better. A'ight, you think some more about how you can repay me and try again."
His voice is really too damn loud in a small space like this, and then there's several other voices from other doors, asking for the same thing. Squalo only looks surprised for a moment before he hops out into the hallway in something almost like a dance-step.
"Listen up, trashbags! We're gonna have a little contest. One of you walks free tonight!"
He pauses for dramatic effect, disregarding any confusion and/or horror.
"The last one alive, that is."
He's too caught up in the moment to notice anyone else approaching, and if he comes face to face with someone very much not in chains as he turns, well. He looks more inconvenienced than terrified at the moment.
"Oh."