Squalo has worked out a sort of system for Xanxus's choice of projectiles. Whatever comes to hand, including small furniture and sharp stationery, means fuck off right now. Cups with whiskey or tequila mean stop talking fucking nonsense, and fetch me more alcohol. Actual unempty bottles of whiskey or tequila means, as far as Squalo can tell, you are my bestest friend in the world, never leave me.

(He'd gotten a full bottle to the head, once, right after Xanxus had been defrosted and- it's a lousy fucking gesture. It had got glass in his hair.)

"You're such an undeserving bastard," says Squalo, "Why the hell do I bother doing anything for you, asshole?"

Xanxus looks at him, at the ceiling, and throws him into the liquor cabinet and bills him for repairs.

~excerpt from Mimma's Undeserving (A Katekyo Fanfiction)

....yup...that pretty much sums it up... XD

Squalo was to become the boss of Varia before Xanxus barged in and promptly took the throne while declaring a coup d'etate against Vongola Nono. So it's quite hard to imagine that he would be willing to constantly tolerate the abuse he suffered at Xanxus's hands.

Squalo knows he's the closest thing Xanxus has to a friend, and is also rather unfortunately aware that Xanxus considers deadly projectiles to the head the ultimate symbol of trust, forbearance and remote tolerance.

..Weird choice of declaring your emotions but nonetheless....it fits Xanxus's personality....And supposedly Squalo did manage to figure out that in Xanxus's mind throwing stuffs=conveying his thoughts....
...It's a miracle Squalo isn't diagnosed for brain damage already....

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