[it's been almost five days since the other man's incarceration. Badou doesn't care about the jail time itself; he has every confidence that Genkaku is enjoying his cage. he holds no grudge against the police, the detectives, the justice-calling public. he has endless tasks to occupy himself, balancing two legal jobs and countless off-the-books assignments. the ship is full of people and movement and distraction, with more than enough trouble to get into.]
[yet, somehow... it's not enough. he hadn't expected Genkaku's temporary absence to affect him much. Heine used to come and go without a word, and besides Heine, he hasn't had much experience in - partners.]
[don't compare me to him, a warning spat low, but now he sees it's just common sense; nothing he's experienced by Genkaku has he learned first from Heine. the thought makes him think of the differences between drawing blood from a stone and blood from a still-twitching corpse]
[the shack is strange without him. all that shitty health food's useless to him without the cook, making coffee and smokes (the old reliables) his main meals. the stupid lumpy couch isn't one he'd pick, and watching movies baked is hardly any fun solo; he spends more time in the bedroom, laid up on the creaky old bed, scrolling through the network]
[Badou sees the comments, the instigations, the clumsy, mindless groping for human contact]
[he's bored and seeking in that cell, but he still hasn't called.]
[the Undergrounder wants information, sure. what actually went down when he was caught, what his sentence ended up being, how Genkaku plans to react (if at all) to the backhand of the law]
[all that's true. but for the most part, he just wants to hear from his friend, and waste some time wisely.]
[ the tone blares from the Guide on his shitty make-shift bed, the jailhouse shirt tossed over it to keep the dancing lights off his face (night has set in -- even in the high security, he's still a demon). ]
[ he succeeds in ignoring it for an hour or two (time that tickstricks by on a goddamn cuckoo clock -- fuck me). distracted by the things that normally work: howling at the other animals, rattling against chainsbarscement, making himself sweat out and slip out aggitationfrustrationsorrow. ]
[ it doesn't work. neurosis is stronger than love and addictions need ... gorged. they're starting to look a little dry. ]
[ he knows that pitch, the wound-up-tight cogs of lacking the frequency, because he's done this before with less loving intentions. ]
[ for a moment, he breaks, fingering familiar keys -- ]
[ one ring and he hangs up, not long enough for the signal fire to spark up. ]
... You'll understand. I'll make you.
[ in that dark cell, he swears he hears an Owl cooing outside the small porthole overhead, like he can't decide which hallucination (lie) is stronger. ]
[yet, somehow... it's not enough. he hadn't expected Genkaku's temporary absence to affect him much. Heine used to come and go without a word, and besides Heine, he hasn't had much experience in - partners.]
[don't compare me to him, a warning spat low, but now he sees it's just common sense; nothing he's experienced by Genkaku has he learned first from Heine. the thought makes him think of the differences between drawing blood from a stone and blood from a still-twitching corpse]
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[Badou sees the comments, the instigations, the clumsy, mindless groping for human contact]
[he's bored and seeking in that cell, but he still hasn't called.]
[the Undergrounder wants information, sure. what actually went down when he was caught, what his sentence ended up being, how Genkaku plans to react (if at all) to the backhand of the law]
[all that's true. but for the most part, he just wants to hear from his friend, and waste some time wisely.]
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Yeahhhh, okay. Whatever. Get your dick outta your hand already, would ya? Jeez.
[snapped, a bit more sincerely irritated, almost as if it hadn't meant to escape] -- Fuckin' dickhead asshole. Call me back.
[and after all that (lingering) thought, all those nervous ticks, it's over in a scant few seconds, with a rather harsh -- ]
[CLICK.]
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YOU HAVE 1 VOICEMAIL.
Yeah, I know, shut up.
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[ it doesn't work. neurosis is stronger than love and addictions need ... gorged. they're starting to look a little dry. ]
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[ for a moment, he breaks, fingering familiar keys -- ]
[ one ring and he hangs up, not long enough for the signal fire to spark up. ]
... You'll understand. I'll make you.
[ in that dark cell, he swears he hears an Owl cooing outside the small porthole overhead, like he can't decide which hallucination (lie) is stronger. ]
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