[what Badou thinks is I don't know, but he nods dazedly all the same, jerking his hand harshly out of her grip (it curls back into a claw at his side)]
[but he doesn't want to go anywhere without being able to be found, without leaving any traces (did those kids get abducted like this? did someone hold their hand and ask them where it hurt, before dragging them downdowndown into the dark?)]
[it's addressed to Keith directly]
Tell, tell that shitty fuckin' cop.
[he would do it himself, but his phone is long forgotten about and he's gone slightly too feral to deal with technology anyway. he may not like Hijikata, but for now (with no other fucking choice), he trusts him enough not to let that happen]
[... well, it's certainly not an unreasonable demand. keith had wanted to keep hijikata updated on the situation, anyway. a glance to naomi, as he has to let one of his hands to slip to his pocket to reach for his cellphone.]
... Now?
[so it'll be done. searching for hijikata's number in the directory in the meanwhile, he doesn't really think the request is meant to serve as a distraction.]
[ As they speak and as Keith dials Hijikata, Naomi continues to monitor Badou. She places too fingers to his neck, feeling his pulse, and then places a hand upon his back, feeling the rise and fall of his torso as he breathes.
Well. Until they get things settled with transportation-- ] You should sit down again.
[break her fingers, that is. sometimes, it's difficult to remember there aren't cameras following him around on the job; this is one of those times. but he manages to cut off the promise there, at least.
he holds out the phone, call put on speakerphone should any of the rest of party have anything to add.]
[after the call, Badou is irritable and flustered and on edge again, which is relatively excellent news in light of things, as it distracts him from Naomi and Keith quite a bit]
[digging his teeth into his bottom lip in frustration, he grits out (as if they've been the ones stopping up the works here)]
[ She'll follow right behind, soon enough passing right in front of him to open the back doors to the ambulance. She'll then be directing Keith what to do-- he'll be driving while Naomi stays with Badou in the back. ]
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[but he doesn't want to go anywhere without being able to be found, without leaving any traces (did those kids get abducted like this? did someone hold their hand and ask them where it hurt, before dragging them downdowndown into the dark?)]
[it's addressed to Keith directly]
Tell, tell that shitty fuckin' cop.
[he would do it himself, but his phone is long forgotten about and he's gone slightly too feral to deal with technology anyway. he may not like Hijikata, but for now (with no other fucking choice), he trusts him enough not to let that happen]
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... Now?
[so it'll be done. searching for hijikata's number in the directory in the meanwhile, he doesn't really think the request is meant to serve as a distraction.]
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I ain't goin' anywhere.
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Well. Until they get things settled with transportation-- ] You should sit down again.
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Y'know what I been doin' for a while now? Walkin' around an' not dyin'. Stop touchin' me or I'll break your damn fingers, I said I'd go.
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[break her fingers, that is. sometimes, it's difficult to remember there aren't cameras following him around on the job; this is one of those times. but he manages to cut off the promise there, at least.
he holds out the phone, call put on speakerphone should any of the rest of party have anything to add.]
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[ She takes his threat as a bluff anyway, keeping her hand there to hold him securely. ]
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[digging his teeth into his bottom lip in frustration, he grits out (as if they've been the ones stopping up the works here)]
Can we get this shit over with already?
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[he showcases this ability by walking back to the couch to pick up his bat]
[and just starts walking away, out the door (if he stops for even a second to think about this, he knows he's gonna go fuckin' feral again)]
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