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[Something suspiciously like the sound of a baseball card in the spokes of a 10-speed bike can be heard in the distance.  The noise increasing as the rider nears his destination, streamers in black and grey trailing from the handlebars, a fiery paint-job streaking up the bicycle's black body.  Everything about the machine screams edgy and bad to

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[Well, his daughter had to get her bad taste in men from somewhere. Badou can be heard grumbling as he walks down the hall, finishing the last braid in a pair of pigtails that will keep his hair out of Haine's face while they're riding. It may not look very manly, but the last time he left it open he lost his fucking eye in a tragic bike accident. He still has the scars. And the eyepatch. And the worst story ever.

He's been having strange dreams lately because even his subconscious thinks it's just too freaking lame. The last one was the weirdest. He had a brother in that one but it didn't make any sense because he was an only child for sure, and even if he wasn't Mihai wouldn't name one of them Badou and the other Dave. Who the hell names their kid Dave

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[He manages to block the exit with his arm, effectively keeping the redhead from leaving as he picks up one of the braids with his other hand, fingers running the length of it before he drops it with a smirk.]

Cute.

[He backs off a moment later, feigning disinterest as he saunters back toward his bike. No bad-boy image would be complete without pretending like he was completely and utterly uninterested in his companion. Of course, the moment any guy so much as looks in his Badou's direction, he'll change his tune. Badou was always the one to stay with him anyway, even after his tragic encounter with a great white shark. The spinal reconstruction surgery had been painful and the rehabilitation nearly impossible without Badou's sweet smile to cheer him on and the scent of his lover's favorite smokes hanging about like a constant companion.]

And I thought I told you if you made me wait again, you'd be the one pedaling into town while I sit my ass all dainty-like in the basket and get carted around... cuddlemonkey.

[strayfag]

[Stupid sexy Haine. Badou blushes as red as his hair. Every time he gets mad Haine just has to do something like that and it drives him crazy. W-what if Haine kisses him or something...?

NOT THAT HE WANTED THAT!] S-shut up.

[He might be rough and mean and overaggressive on the outside but he's just lonely and lost and misunderstood! No one sees him like Badou does. From behind. Damn, his ass looks great in leather.]

You wouldn't do that, fuckmuffin. [Jeez, his heart is still beating too fast from being called 'cute'. Maybe he'll wear his hair like this more often. He twirls one of his braids absently while Haine gets on the bike.] But I'm not too heavy, am I?

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[Shut up? As if he doesn't love it. The blush on his cheeks is enough to leave a dangerous smirk on his lips. Don't make that face Badou, it makes him feel just like a wolf in front of an innocent sheep, ready to ravish and stain that pure white coat as all sorts of dark thoughts swirl into the back of his mind.

There's another voice too, he remembers, in that dream. One that talks of a different sort of ravishing and the feel of blood on his fingers, but it's put aside easily enough by the sight of Badou twirling one of his braids around his finger. Haine just can't resist the urge to tug one of them as he walks back to his bike and takes a seat, taking his time to let his boyfriend admire the view as he walk away.]

Unless your old man's been trying to fatten you up, I think I can manage. Besides, I don't mind a little extra cushion.