[Left outside of the hangar]urlefthandgrlApril 20 2010, 02:59:17 UTC
[In a Golden Phoenix Supermarket bag, some first-aid supplies and a jar of ginger kumquat tea with honey. Homemade. Scrap of paper tied to it with a bright red string. The writing is in what looks like awkward German, carefully cut out from a computer printout with some mistakes]
Badou,
You add a spoon of this to hot water Really easy and taste good. Also for hangoevers too. Taste good and good for you is not usual in Xing medicine haha so enjoy when you can. Hope you are doing better. I am changing every day, maybe in ways you can't believe. I call Ling, "Ling" now. Today I can hold a kunai in right hand. So I am happy again. Zexion's class is too hard for me. I have to go study.
[it's just the bright string that catches his eye as he heads into the hangar to meet up with Heero and Duo for dinner]
[when he sees the bag, his eyebrows crease not in surprise or confusion, but curiosity]
[his hand dips into his cavernous coat pocket, pulling out the Guide; he flips it open and checks his standing inbox, the screen's pure white light joining the yelloworange of his dangling cigarette]
[no missed messages -- ?]
[oh, duh, there must be a written note]
[putting the Guide away, he closes the distance and looks at the note first, ignoring the contents of the bag. in seeing unfamiliar handwriting, the eyebrow over his eyepatch raises, unsure for the first time of the sender]
[as he squints down at the paper, he's able to piece out some of the words from his brushes with Germanic residents in the City - the ones most comparable to English are also easily understood]
["Xing" and "Ling" clue him into sender's true identity, and he rereads it twice to fully comprehend the note's contents]
[it's rare any call goes to VOICEMAIL on Badou's Guide, because it's always with him; tucked into a coat pocket or lying next to a smoking ashtray
( ... )
[with that computer-generated voice, he knows the silence and the solitude are gone until he checks the damn message. there's only a few people it could be, and those people are ones Badou reliesonlikescaresabout trusts far more frequently than he'd trusted -- ]
[ your advice was always as rotten as infected wounds, that sickly black gunk that never came off never get rid of it never scrape out the disease ]
[ -- he grabs the Guide like it's an antidote for a poison, and his fingers fumble sickly over the keys, tapping once, twice.]
[and Badou listens, almost missing the exhale over his own inhale.]
Just a heads up. You see a babyfaced blonde kid named Cloud- ...yeah, I know- sniffing around for information, I set him on it. I want to know how good he is. Keep your eye out.
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I want your take on why he's being so idiotically stubborn. And I want any information that might be pertinent.
Call me back when you get this.
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[get it together]
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Badou,
You add a spoon of this to hot water
Really easy and taste good. Also for hangoevers too.
Taste good and good for you is not usual in Xing medicine haha so enjoy when you can.
Hope you are doing better.
I am changing every day, maybe in ways you can't believe.
I call Ling, "Ling" now.
Today I can hold a kunai in right hand. So I am happy again.
Zexion's class is too hard for me. I have to go study.
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[when he sees the bag, his eyebrows crease not in surprise or confusion, but curiosity]
[his hand dips into his cavernous coat pocket, pulling out the Guide; he flips it open and checks his standing inbox, the screen's pure white light joining the yelloworange of his dangling cigarette]
[no missed messages -- ?]
[oh, duh, there must be a written note]
[putting the Guide away, he closes the distance and looks at the note first, ignoring the contents of the bag. in seeing unfamiliar handwriting, the eyebrow over his eyepatch raises, unsure for the first time of the sender]
[as he squints down at the paper, he's able to piece out some of the words from his brushes with Germanic residents in the City - the ones most comparable to English are also easily understood]
["Xing" and "Ling" clue him into sender's true identity, and he rereads it twice to fully comprehend the note's contents]
...Hn.
[ -- of course, ( ... )
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Hey. I ... I wanted to tell ya.
[ there's a shff of noise (his hand in his hair), and he clears his throat testily. ]
I ain't gonna fall for you. An' I ain't gonna fall with you neither.
[ pause. "or away from you", he thinks about adding, but ... doesn't. it doesn't feel right, those words. ]
But I might ... wind up jumpin' for you. Or with you. Someday.
[ there's another lull, longer, a subtle chnk in the background (the safety going off). ]
I'd ... lie. To keep your secret. So don't worry 'bout anything.
[ ... ]
Call me, if you wanna get higher.
[ CLICK ]
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YOU HAVE; 1 NEW VOICEMAIL.
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[ your advice was always as rotten as infected wounds, that sickly black gunk that never came off never get rid of it never scrape out the disease ]
[ -- he grabs the Guide like it's an antidote for a poison, and his fingers fumble sickly over the keys, tapping once, twice.]
[and Badou listens, almost missing the exhale over his own inhale.]
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do me a favor
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& keep it
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Just a heads up. You see a babyfaced blonde kid named Cloud- ...yeah, I know- sniffing around for information, I set him on it. I want to know how good he is. Keep your eye out.
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what are you jealous?
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no eat shit wtf
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