[the obvious relief isn't unnoticed. it's not observed without a raw, irritable kind of sympathy; Badou knows what it's like, to feel so tightly wired that reality and delusion blur. he knows what it's like to wake up at six in the morning in a sudden panic (a sound outside that sounds like junkie-rapists but is only a tree against the window's glass). he knows what it's like to see shadows from the corner of your eye and think horrifying things (tall men black hoods shining masks shining knives shining blood). he knows what it's like to be so tired from the daily grind you lose track of time and somehow end up in the past instead of the present (waking up with a groggy start and instantly wondering if they had enough eggs and milk and bread for two)]
-- Yo.
[Badou might not dream, but he knows when sleep (when dark solitude) is fucking useless]
( he shouldn’t. knows one of them is going to wake with a start, mouth opened to scream and eyes wide like they always do, they’ll look for him and he won’t be there, they’ll panic. but they do have phones, they can call or text and he’ll be there as fast as he can and it’s okay, nothing’s attacked them yet, lily’s stronger than him, anyway. could easily protect herself and giovanni if she needed to--especially without that dog in her head to lose to. )
Okay. ( he’d say thanks for the offer, for a goddamn distraction, but he doesn’t. he moves back towards the backdoor, waits for badou to open it because he was told not to go inside just a bit before. ) Don’t touch it again. I’m adding two punches onto your tab, for that.
[a heavy, startled snort at that, while the redhead turns, opening the backdoor for them]
How many m'I up to? I gotta feelin' you're gonna overdo it.
[nill's been worried, he's not a caretaker, and she's right; the cracks are beginning to show. he wonders if they're all so obvious, if he and nill and heine all look so openly fractured to people who lived under the sun, and smile a lot more]
Four. One for Giovanni, one for being an ass. ( and heine follows after, quietly. badou isn’t bitching at him--there’s no reason to open his mouth and be an ass to him without that. and after running all the way here and panicking--he’s exhausted himself all over again. )
Okay. ( not that he know what kung fu is, but he’ll watch it anyway. )
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-- Yo.
[Badou might not dream, but he knows when sleep (when dark solitude) is fucking useless]
[his voice is flat, even]
They're asleep, right? Ya wanna watch a movie?
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Okay. ( he’d say thanks for the offer, for a goddamn distraction, but he doesn’t. he moves back towards the backdoor, waits for badou to open it because he was told not to go inside just a bit before. ) Don’t touch it again. I’m adding two punches onto your tab, for that.
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How many m'I up to? I gotta feelin' you're gonna overdo it.
[nill's been worried, he's not a caretaker, and she's right; the cracks are beginning to show. he wonders if they're all so obvious, if he and nill and heine all look so openly fractured to people who lived under the sun, and smile a lot more]
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I'm in the mood for kung fu, I think.
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Okay. ( not that he know what kung fu is, but he’ll watch it anyway. )
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