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[he's not going to leave until he gets to talk, is he]
[Badou makes a frustrated noise, leaving the door ajar, ignoring the questions and stalking to the kitchen]
[it's more than half ransacked; Hijikata was going to have an even bigger mess to clean up when he came home]
[Badou makes a frustrated noise, leaving the door ajar, ignoring the questions and stalking to the kitchen]
[it's more than half ransacked; Hijikata was going to have an even bigger mess to clean up when he came home]
[ a proper ransacking, as only a teenager could ever truly manage. good work, young man.
Sakamoto makes a beeline for the fridge once he crosses the kitchen threshold (with borrowed slippers on his feet), as relaxed as if it were his own home. Propriety? What propriety? ]
Eh? Isn't this enough?
[ and lifting a foot as if to demonstrate ]
Sakamoto makes a beeline for the fridge once he crosses the kitchen threshold (with borrowed slippers on his feet), as relaxed as if it were his own home. Propriety? What propriety? ]
Eh? Isn't this enough?
[ and lifting a foot as if to demonstrate ]
No. I told you I burned that chick's feet.
[and his own hand, but the hand was already fucked and the extra gauze doesn't look out of place on him! who is even counting at this point anymore when it's added to or subtracted from]
Put on socks or somethin' too!
[and his own hand, but the hand was already fucked and the extra gauze doesn't look out of place on him! who is even counting at this point anymore when it's added to or subtracted from]
Put on socks or somethin' too!
[ his culture subsists on grain and vegetables and processed snacks that may as well come from space now!!!! in Sakamoto's case, non-perishable rations on long trading runs!!!!!!
FIGHT SCURVY! VITAMIN C IS HERO!!!!11! ]
I look into that pan and all I can see is a horrible future! A cow, an entire slab of livestock is in that pan!
FIGHT SCURVY! VITAMIN C IS HERO!!!!11! ]
I look into that pan and all I can see is a horrible future! A cow, an entire slab of livestock is in that pan!
[ this is actually
kinda fascinating. he's never really watched people cook before. restaurants, dinners, bars. on the fleet or even, ages and ages past, back home, it's always been done out of his sight.
the only things Sakamoto can cook are those suited to an open flame. (wild game, harvest, one unfortunate incident with a leather boot.) ]
Is it supposed to look like that?
kinda fascinating. he's never really watched people cook before. restaurants, dinners, bars. on the fleet or even, ages and ages past, back home, it's always been done out of his sight.
the only things Sakamoto can cook are those suited to an open flame. (wild game, harvest, one unfortunate incident with a leather boot.) ]
Is it supposed to look like that?
[ Patiently waiting for the door to open.
She doesn't assume the injury can be that bad, right? If it were, Keith would have brought this kid to her clinic to be checked out. ]
She doesn't assume the injury can be that bad, right? If it were, Keith would have brought this kid to her clinic to be checked out. ]
[ahahaaa oh keith, you sweet, sweet innocent fool, no amount of good luck will help you here]
[it's definitely a kid that looks like bad luck all over that is suddenly at the first floor window, peering out at the DOCTOR and Keith; it's a corpse-pale face with a shitty scowl, and he's (obviously) got a bandage wrapped thickly around his head, covering his right eye -- but both of his hands are gauzed as well, and he looks like he's recently gotten into some trouble that involved eating dirt]
[the kid disappears again after a minute, and the door lock rattles as its pulled away]
[the bandages on his hands haven't stopped him from holding an iron bat at his side, still visible in the crack of the door]
[(really, Keith, you couldn't have rung the doorbell enough)]
[it's definitely a kid that looks like bad luck all over that is suddenly at the first floor window, peering out at the DOCTOR and Keith; it's a corpse-pale face with a shitty scowl, and he's (obviously) got a bandage wrapped thickly around his head, covering his right eye -- but both of his hands are gauzed as well, and he looks like he's recently gotten into some trouble that involved eating dirt]
[the kid disappears again after a minute, and the door lock rattles as its pulled away]
[the bandages on his hands haven't stopped him from holding an iron bat at his side, still visible in the crack of the door]
[(really, Keith, you couldn't have rung the doorbell enough)]
Edited 2013-07-11 00:27 (UTC)
[he's not really worried about his safety. more naomi's and the patient's, really. there's a disapproving look at that bat, but he manages to keep the smile up.
and kind of nods and thinks to raise his hand a fraction to maybe wave, but then lowers it again. no sudden arm movements, FUCK!!]
I'm Keith. Keith Goodman! And you're Mr. Badou, yes?
and kind of nods and thinks to raise his hand a fraction to maybe wave, but then lowers it again. no sudden arm movements, FUCK!!]
I'm Keith. Keith Goodman! And you're Mr. Badou, yes?
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