CLOSED LOG ☆ BADOU&GENKAKU&NAMINE ❝these arms did swim, until the lungs pulled in❞

[nicotine_patch]

Who: prayforprey, nicotine_patch, & howsketchy
What: Perfume plot, lost memories.
When: WHEN THAT SHIT WENT DOWN
Where: The Shack, the slums.
Warnings: CUSSIN', little girls and crazypants hanging out.

Comments

[howsketchy]

[ the last time she's been to the slums, she was a lot more attentive, memorizing every (gross) detail. But with the current circumstances, she doesn't even think about paying attention to anything other than Badou; even if she does remember this later, she'd have no idea how to even come back to this location.

she walks in as quietly as possible as if trying not to disturb anyone, which she knew was silly considering that she was invited. Still, there was something about being here that felt (ha ha)... weird? Solemn? She's not sure what. ]

Thank you.

[nicotine_patch]

[bird bone shoulders roll off the gratitude -- Badou doesn't need it (has learned living comes easier without needing much at all)]

[the redhead must feel that odd vibe, too, because he finds himself jabbering, arm pointing uselessly]

Uh, that's the den, an' don't touch anythin' in them drawers there 'coz... 'coz, an' back there's... a room ya shouldn't go in neither. Uh. That's the toilet. -- Don't think you wanna go in there, I hadda weird breakfast.

[he struggles to find something normal and non-restrictive, and ends up saying]

There's the kitchen? If yer hungry... Nobodies eat, right? I mean, I can't cook real good, but like... if ya want a Pop-Tart or somethin'.

[and despite the utter shambles the place is in, it's a different shambles than 3-2; the Stowaways room doesn't really have any more personality than a box under a bridge. the shack, however, feels more like a hostel than a last resort -- there are signs of Badou (and Genkaku) everywhere that are missing from 3-2. there's a video game console and a mangled looking

[howsketchy]

[ she hasn't had either a Pop-Tart or s'mores before, but she nods nonetheless. Granted, as much as she likes the two redheads, she's not ready to trust whatever comes from their fridge.

her priorities are kind of backwards, there. ]

We eat. I'm fine though.

[ and more interested in the shack. The girl's only mildly curious about the restricted areas; they have every right to not want her meddling with their business. So instead she looks around at the things she's actually allowed to see. ]

He's not here? Gen-- [ she scrunches up her face, as if in thought ] Genkaku.

[prayforprey]

[the monk's own face scrunches up at the sound of his name -- he liked Super Monk better]

Nah, he's here.

[how long he's been lilting in that doorway to the Restricted Section listening to their conversation (Badou's adorable yammering mouth would have gotten him points under other circumstances) is up for anyone's guess; in the public, he is wild and loud and announces his presence promptly, but in his own home and in his own den, he's more of a passing black and red shadow casting where it pleases no matter how angled the light

[nicotine_patch]

[that glance isn't responded to overtly, nothing outside the turn of a honest green eye and a slack mouth]

[he leaves the other two to their conversation, boots clomping across kitchen tiles towards a cold pot of coffee]

[they're running low, so he reheats it rather than make a fresh pot -- it was all practically the same to scratched-smooth tastebuds anyway]

[Genkaku doesn't like amnesia, and for all intents and purposes this situation should be one Handled With Care -- but it comes down to trust, and Badou's fingertips being scratched-rough, useless for delicate maneuvers]