I'm sure your feelings're very broke. Hold on a sec'.
[he breaks that rib-knife off, taking the sheathed silver with him through the crowd, Guide held through music and cheers, teetering minutes until the quiet in the ship's walking halls seeps back in]
[he touches the sweat sliding down the back of his neck then, exhaling thick smoke and staring up in front of him with a heavy-lidded gaze]
[a heavy-hearted sigh.]
Ah-hunh. Relatively, I mean. It don't hurt that much.
[but there's a conundrum with that Badou knows: is he unhappy because it hurts, or unhappy because it doesn't hurt enough, or is the ache because of an inflection in happiness at all?]
[Badou hums his acknowledgment, and after a moment of thought (too short for analyzing and calculating)]
...S'lingerin' on you, huhn? Like the stink'a rot or somethin'. Even when it don't really hurt that much, you keep liftin' your head like, what fuckin' reeks?
[Badou may have been an expert on leaving, but neither one of them had mastery over... connections, maybe (not even the monk, who tries to jamjar riffs together no matter how erratic and senseless)]
Yeah. I ran into, nnh, Hakkai -- [a lazy summoning, careless] -- on the beach. He clipped me in the jaw.
[RING]
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[he doesn't know where this trail's leading, but he'll dutifully pick up all the breadcrumbs all the same]
You bet it is. You seen me dance. Well, through beer goggles, anyway.
Ya called me a autistic giraffe. I was real hurt!
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[he breaks that rib-knife off, taking the sheathed silver with him through the crowd, Guide held through music and cheers, teetering minutes until the quiet in the ship's walking halls seeps back in]
-- Aaahhn. Yo?
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[a smoky answering call]
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Ain't goin' nowhere tonight.
[the grit of uncertainty, meshed with the grain of shitty B-horror flicks]
...You okay?
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[a heavy-hearted sigh.]
Ah-hunh. Relatively, I mean. It don't hurt that much.
[but there's a conundrum with that Badou knows: is he unhappy because it hurts, or unhappy because it doesn't hurt enough, or is the ache because of an inflection in happiness at all?]
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[it's easy, genuine; the movie clearly no longer has his attention]
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People leavin'.
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...S'lingerin' on you, huhn? Like the stink'a rot or somethin'. Even when it don't really hurt that much, you keep liftin' your head like, what fuckin' reeks?
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[he's obviously surprised, but he -- starts walking again, down into the underbelly]
[because of that, the question's answer comes with a bit more ease]
Now that he's gone? No. ...But I wish he hadn'na left.
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Yeah. It sucks when they come back an' they ain't the same. Or if they're the same, but you can't get rid'a the rot from when they left, anyway.
His team disappeared quick.
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Yeah. I ran into, nnh, Hakkai -- [a lazy summoning, careless] -- on the beach. He clipped me in the jaw.
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