[it's hardly an exorcism if it's just you in there; the boy hears his name, knows his name, but pushes after the older man just the same, frenzied at first; slamming shoulders against the side of the car, raking nails down space-paled skin, ramming a knee into a throat, fists smashed over a head and ribs littered with angry hits]
[but he slows when there's no blows back, when the world, for once, turns its fucking cheek -- when it's only fucking him that's doing the hurting, all action instead of reaction]
[Badou breathes hard through his mouth, panting like a stupid fucking dog. two bloody hands hit the pavement, knuckles cracking on the asphalt like billiard balls against a corner pocket]
Re: a call
[but he slows when there's no blows back, when the world, for once, turns its fucking cheek -- when it's only fucking him that's doing the hurting, all action instead of reaction]
[Badou breathes hard through his mouth, panting like a stupid fucking dog. two bloody hands hit the pavement, knuckles cracking on the asphalt like billiard balls against a corner pocket]