[something flinches in his face, angrily, but for just a second; he looks away right after, because even though Badou is good at not saying something, at filling his mouth with useless, stupid words and misdirections instead, he's always an open sore to look at, all teeth and twitch and viscera]
I don't believe that people get sent back.
[it's a short, true statement that says nothing at all important; the cigarette's taken from behind his ear, from below that black strap as he rolls a shrug, squats down on his haunches to light it back up; he has no fucking intention of getting rescued, not by her, not by anyone]
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I don't believe that people get sent back.
[it's a short, true statement that says nothing at all important; the cigarette's taken from behind his ear, from below that black strap as he rolls a shrug, squats down on his haunches to light it back up; he has no fucking intention of getting rescued, not by her, not by anyone]