[he hasn't been to 3-2 in a while (frequency lowered the same standard rate as Badou's), but he slams open the door to the bathroom some twenty minutes later with a grand, "HONEY, I'M HOOOOME" gesture, expecting to find the hunter's stink of blood]
[what he gets instead smells like three-day-old pizza]
[Badou bursts above sea level, and the Undergrounder's lanky arms immediately latch on over the side, freckledscarred shoulders convulsing as he coughs up pizzeria taste]
[his lungs are straining, and he can feel his pulse in his head (thumping against his migraine like a bass line), but he punches at the other's stomach anyway]
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[that solves that]
[he hasn't been to 3-2 in a while (frequency lowered the same standard rate as Badou's), but he slams open the door to the bathroom some twenty minutes later with a grand, "HONEY, I'M HOOOOME" gesture, expecting to find the hunter's stink of blood]
[what he gets instead smells like three-day-old pizza]
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[pizza delivery]
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Hnnn...
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[HOLDS IT]
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[GRABS WEAKLY ONTO HAMWRIST]
[STRUGGLE]
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[his clenching fingers into a scalp or anything but, continuing to hold]
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[and he thrashes harder, the red tide of veggie juice lapping up the sides]
[the real blood is drawn from Genkaku's wrist as blunt nails get desperate]
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-- Hey, sickie.
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Fuckin' -- [hack, cough] -- cah-cahksuckin' -- [hhhhurk] -- huuuuh, shitlickin' asswad!
[his lungs are straining, and he can feel his pulse in his head (thumping against his migraine like a bass line), but he punches at the other's stomach anyway]
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Stop gloatin'.
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[nonetheless, he seizes out the sharp cut of the man's jaw, tugs until he's close enough to lick tomato off his bottom lip]
Whatcha get into?
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I -- get the hell offa me, this shit's contagious, dick-for-brains! You wanna end up soakin' in a a Monday Night Soup Special, too?
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