[Despite how inclined Gau was to solving problems now, he also wasn't going to keep Badou from working- something which kept him out of trouble and somewhat controlled, as it seemed.
Or so he believed. His voice is still soft, hesitant and questioning, even when he definitively says-]
...I won't, Badou-san.
[But he would ask about it, to someone who already knew and told him about it.]
[The same person who he'd leave the gift- a small cake, decorated with chocolate icing and nothing more- to. Hopefully, it would reach him.
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[he digs his fingers harder against the cut on his knee, feeling scabs rend apart]
I -- I gotta go, my break's over.
[that char's swallowed down to burn in his stomach again; like fuck he's going back to work now, with loss like a fever at his temples]
[it's phrased like a demand, but the belly-up vulnerability in it is obvious]
Fuckin' -- don't tell nobody. 'Bout my birthday. I'll kick your ass, yah?
[voice]
Or so he believed. His voice is still soft, hesitant and questioning, even when he definitively says-]
...I won't, Badou-san.
[But he would ask about it, to someone who already knew and told him about it.]
[The same person who he'd leave the gift- a small cake, decorated with chocolate icing and nothing more- to. Hopefully, it would reach him.
If it would do him any good at this point.]
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