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[so at some point badou will come home to a bear skin on his bed, all propped up to look like it's alive and just sleeping. but it's dead and fluffed up with pillows, like someone deliberately did that.
in other news, thorfinn's been wearing a hoodie with a bear face lately.]
in other news, thorfinn's been wearing a hoodie with a bear face lately.]
I got shot in the chest last year.
If I'd known then what I do now, I'd have saved myself a lot of time and useless ache.
Do you understand?
Take good fucking care of the body that's going to be carrying out your goals.
Because if you don't, you will have absolutely nothing left.
And there will be no one coming to save you.
If I'd known then what I do now, I'd have saved myself a lot of time and useless ache.
Do you understand?
Take good fucking care of the body that's going to be carrying out your goals.
Because if you don't, you will have absolutely nothing left.
And there will be no one coming to save you.
[one of the reasons Badou talks to Hiruma, even thought Hiruma's games make him nervous and his friends make him more so, is that Hiruma is smart. Hiruma is, in a sick way, who Badou wants to be, all offense and info and never-blinking in the face of fear]
[right now, Hiruma is admitting to blinking, to becoming frayed. aren't you tired? he'd asked Takasugi. always had been the response. it doesn't feel like that, like battle-weary hate and acceptance of a bleak future; it feels more like advice that doesn't end in a dank hole inside the earth]
is it a big scar
[right now, Hiruma is admitting to blinking, to becoming frayed. aren't you tired? he'd asked Takasugi. always had been the response. it doesn't feel like that, like battle-weary hate and acceptance of a bleak future; it feels more like advice that doesn't end in a dank hole inside the earth]
is it a big scar
[his fingers find it through his shirt.
mottled skin; phantom burn.
when he remembers it's there, when his fingers take to shaking, hiruma catches himself jerking back from words bitten and embittered; dozing, and startled awake. it's difficult, sometimes, to hold onto an infallibility that's never belonged to him.
he's painfully human, painfully average.
there's no excuse in the world for treating people the way he does, treating badou like dirt to make some fucked up ends meet. it's only frightening when he has to remind himself he cares.]
Bit bigger than a quarter.
Tiny, huh.
mottled skin; phantom burn.
when he remembers it's there, when his fingers take to shaking, hiruma catches himself jerking back from words bitten and embittered; dozing, and startled awake. it's difficult, sometimes, to hold onto an infallibility that's never belonged to him.
he's painfully human, painfully average.
there's no excuse in the world for treating people the way he does, treating badou like dirt to make some fucked up ends meet. it's only frightening when he has to remind himself he cares.]
Bit bigger than a quarter.
Tiny, huh.
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