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.

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[howsketchy]

[ her eyes follow him as he go as she tries to figure out what to say. She knows that Genkaku doesn't like this topic, it's why she decided that she can't tell him about her power. And this was falling way too close to that area.

when she turns her attention back to the monk, she seems to shrink, as if trying to occupy less of the room. That's bad, she's even falling into old habits as well; sitting on a chair in a small corner and hoping that no one looks her way. She straightens herself out to remedy this, and hopes that he didn't notice. ]

He invited me.

[ well, duh. ]

[prayforprey]

[he does notice, and his mouth twists downwards at it -- whether it's at her or at himself remains to be seen]

[there's another flighty look at Badou, more seeking this time, as if trying to hang on to the rails of the situation and not be taken for a wild (emotional) ride]

[an incisor sinks into the paper folds of the joint in his mouth, clutching at that lopsided scowl]

...Ah-hunh.

[seems like last time they discussed what sort of riffraff came into their den]

[nicotine_patch]

[Badou's rasp (no-nonsense as catch of his lighter, and the line of dark ash blown over the heated pot of coffee) cuts through the too-heavy quietude]

She needed a safe place to get her head right. Couldn't think'a nothin' better.

[as he pours himself a cup, he wonders for the first time if Namine drinks coffee]

[a second is poured regardless -- she's his guest (their guest, no matter how Genkaku feels about it), and Badou's shitty high-caffeine coffee would make anyone's brain function overtime]

Try this. We'll get ya rememberin' shit you ain't even done.

[howsketchy]

[ while she always considered Badou as a sort of medium between the two over certain matters, Naminé never really thought that it would be like this.

she's not sure how to deal with this. It's like the spine that she had acquired after meeting Sora was being forcefully ripped out along with her memories-- which makes sense. If she can't remember why she stopped being a wallflower, why shouldn't she be one?

her hands wrap around the cup gladly. ]

It shouldn't be too long, hopefully.

[prayforprey]

Safe, hunh.

[it's always been true for the two of them, but for a girl in a little white dress who's been fucking tortured before...]

[he can see her Suffering, and it makes his trigger finger twitch -- if you'd have asked him right that moment who he was more likely to save, her or Kairi, the answer probably would have been difficult]

[withering back into quietness, he clicks the TV on, drowning out that too-loud silence with some hideous horror movie Badou enjoyed watching. it's whatever was left on the queue, so probably had to do with hookers or chainsaws or cannibals or all of the above mixed together with a dash of really fake blood]