[his breath gets shallower as Sakamoto lists the promises that need to be made; something, he can feel something in his gut, finally -- and the demands sound muted in his head, although he hears every word]
[when the merchant finishes, asks for his word, Badou manages to identify the feeling in his gut]
[it is unfairness]
[and that half-hoarse voice gets rougher]
If ya think I'd do any'a that fucking scumbag shit, you're a bigger idiot than you look like, an' you look like a huge f-fuckin' idiot --
[the words are too forceful, his lungs feel punched of air, and his teeth shred his lip as they have once before]
Fuck you. M'not a fucking...
[whatever he isn't, he can't say, because the sparse air he has runs out. he shoves the gun back into the box, drawing his knees to his chest, that shitty brown coat enveloping thin, suddenly shaking limbs]
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[when the merchant finishes, asks for his word, Badou manages to identify the feeling in his gut]
[it is unfairness]
[and that half-hoarse voice gets rougher]
If ya think I'd do any'a that fucking scumbag shit, you're a bigger idiot than you look like, an' you look like a huge f-fuckin' idiot --
[the words are too forceful, his lungs feel punched of air, and his teeth shred his lip as they have once before]
Fuck you. M'not a fucking...
[whatever he isn't, he can't say, because the sparse air he has runs out. he shoves the gun back into the box, drawing his knees to his chest, that shitty brown coat enveloping thin, suddenly shaking limbs]