[Badou knows he is a lot of things; he's a stray dog, he's a loudmouth, he's a bad boy, he's trouble, he's a fuck-up, he's even maybe a little... a little sick, in the head, in his blood]
[but at the end of the day, he's also a thirteen -- fourteen -- year old boy, who just lost his brother (lost his life) to the darkness, and has more sorrow and anger trapped in his ribcage than he usually knows what to fucking do with]
Re: [voice]
[but at the end of the day, he's also a thirteen -- fourteen -- year old boy, who just lost his brother (lost his life) to the darkness, and has more sorrow and anger trapped in his ribcage than he usually knows what to fucking do with]
[the redhead says only, a bit hollowly]
...I had normal birthdays.
[and now, now he doesn't.]