[ooc log post] Squalo + Badou.

Oct 27, 2008 02:01

Who: Squalo and Badou
When: The morning/night/fuckoclock of; immediately after the Xanxus and Squalo log here
Where: Varia HQ, Italy.
What: DF;LKJAF;KLJS;KJLASD;JKL!!!!!!!!
Why: Idk we're retards.
Note: FDLKJGSA;LKJGADS;LJKADSG;LKJDAGS;JLKADSGKJ;LDAGSJK;LDG;KJLGD;KJLGDS!!!!! or, SORRY ABOUT THE LOGS OVERLOAD.
Note 2: LOLIDK RETARDATION AND FLUFF. THIS ( Read more... )

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nicotine_patch October 26 2008, 13:14:05 UTC
"Kkszzffk," rasped Badou sleepily at the rough treatment, flailing an arm out. The arm wavered in space, not comprehending why it wasn't hitting bed. "G'way, fff'kff.. s'not... tamale time. Tamales. Hhh."

The redhead gave a sigh, and began trying to worm his way back into the comforter without actually moving.

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heyheywhat October 26 2008, 13:18:34 UTC
"BADOU," Squalo growled, still trying to keep the noise down and tightening his grip around the arm he still had a grip on, now shaking the redhead vigorously enough to dislocate both his shoulder and elbow. "BADOU, you fucking RETARD."

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nicotine_patch October 26 2008, 13:28:55 UTC
Brain rattling in his skull, Badou started to come to. He blinked blearily, giving a hard sniff. "S'it- oh god, which mob-" Slowly, he seem to adjust to his surroundings, his eye squinting at Squalo uncomprehending for a few moments. "Oh. Th'italians."

He made a huge, exhaling dismissive fart noise, and fell back in bed.

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heyheywhat October 26 2008, 13:39:40 UTC
Squalo dropped the arm with a loud frustrated noise and grabbed for the coverlet of the bed, pulling it off the redhead's body. "Badou, jesus fucking christ, wake the fuck up-" A sharp sort of almost-laughter burst from the swordsman almost impulsively even with the feeling of annoyance, and Squalo shook Badou by the shoulder, this time. "BADOU."

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nicotine_patch October 26 2008, 13:44:37 UTC
"Oh my goddddd," groaned Badou, becoming more and more awake and not loving it. His skinny, wirey body tried to curl up, as if he could hide away from the cold air if he balled up enough. He pressed the heel of his palm into his eye as his shoulder was shaken, and the hand slid down his face as he was jolted back and forth.

Finally, finally, one sea-glass green eye cracked open from between long, pale fingers. "Whaaaaaaaatdoyouwaaaaaaant."

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