[a smaller idiot shows up (late, again, maybe it's something in his blood), although this one is wearing a brown coat, oversized and incredibly grubby]
[he had been -- not excited, nothing so kiddish as that, surely -- interested! interested, to see what Sakamoto had for him, on a day that coincidentally happened to be his fourteenth birthday, even if it wasn't really a birthday, even if it wasn't really a year worth celebrating]
[but now, his face doesn't speak of that enthusiasm; when Badou plunks down beside Sakamoto, his face looks brittle, his eye too dry, and his mouth too thin]
[and he smells, overfuckingwhelmingly, of cigarettes]
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aint it
like a lady in a cake
w/ a sash that says
WELCOME 2 ADULTHOOD
or something
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its something better
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is better than that
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im gonna shit in ur fridge
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def the fridge tho
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oh we should meet somewhere
maybe by the shore???
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i guess thats
good ?
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Just don't tell carol
and bring some alcohol
a cup will do even a thimble
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can u do w/ a thimble of booze
r u gonna cut me
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im terrible w/ sharp things anyway so no
no cutting or sharp things
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fine
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ill see u whenever just txt me when ur free
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[he had been -- not excited, nothing so kiddish as that, surely -- interested! interested, to see what Sakamoto had for him, on a day that coincidentally happened to be his fourteenth birthday, even if it wasn't really a birthday, even if it wasn't really a year worth celebrating]
[but now, his face doesn't speak of that enthusiasm; when Badou plunks down beside Sakamoto, his face looks brittle, his eye too dry, and his mouth too thin]
[and he smells, overfuckingwhelmingly, of cigarettes]
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