And not being confronted with a naked and humming Belphegor the second he walked into his own personal bathroom.
"Heeeeey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snapped, one hand lowering to hold the towel tied to his waist steady. Belphegor had a shower of his own or at least one he shared with Marmon, Squalo didn't poke around in the personal affairs of his fellow Varia enough to know offhand, but he did know that Belphegor had no right using his.
The smaller assassin didn't even bother to look through the sheer plastic that offered only the barest privacy. When Squalo had bought it, it was for the purpose of keeping an eye on whoever entered the bathroom while he was busy showering. He never expected to have it used against him like this.
Belphegor stretched, the little smile on his lips the only sign that he'd actually heard Squalo's loud complaints in the first place, grabbing one of the bottles and popping it open to take a nice long sniff, "Hey, this is different than the stuff you usually use, huh?"
"Don't touch that!" Squalo snapped, yanking back the curtains and fumbling for the knob to turn the water off, "And I'm not playing around!"
A spindly hand tightened against his wrist, putting a stop to any effort of his to turn the water off and Belphegor's smile grew as he looked up at the other through a mop of wet, blond hair, "Mine's broken. Yours works nice."
Squalo's eyes narrowed. It was hellishly hard to tell if the other was lying or not. After all, there was hardly a time when Belphegor wasn't smiling and the fact that his eyes were consistently obscured by a layer of hair made it even harder to read him. He gave his wrist a jerk, letting the faucet spray a heady burst of cold water over both of them as he tried to drag the younger assassin out of the shower.
"Use someone else's!" he growled, trying to extricate himself from creeping, wet fingers as Belphegor struggled to keep his position.
"M'not done yet!" Belphegor protested.
"Now you are," Squalo gave another tug, sending them both toppling over onto the floor, the smaller assassin beaming as he landed on top, letting out a little snicker before attacking once again.
"Heeeey! What ar- Nngh!"
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The suite Belphegor shared with the youngest of the Varia's members was quiet, just as Marmon liked it. It made it all too easy to hear when the other assassin entered, whistling to himself.
"Where were you?" Marmon grumbled, tugging his small towel off the bed with him.
Belphegor stooped to pick Marmon up, flicking at the black mantle, "Visiting Squalo. He made a biiiig mess."
Marmon's eyes flickered towards him from under the shade of his hood as Belphegor continued, "I think I need a shower. Ushishishi."