Redheads make the best meals.
Who: Dilandau Albatou, Badou
Where: The biodome
When: Tuesday
Summary: Dilandau's a hungry vampire. Badou's a convenient snack.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language and vampirism.
Dilandau lounged under the shade of a tree, watching the various annoyances he was imprisoned with walk by. Usually, he'd only be paying attention to scope out possible threats or bed partners, but this week he had another reason for looking carefully. He craved blood, in the same way he usually craved vino and it had been a solid day since he'd indulged.
Like with picking vino, Dilandau wouldn't just go for the first person to walk by. Too young and there wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. Too strong and he'd be knocked out before he had his fill. Too cracked and there'd be no telling what impurities would be present. He was willing to take his time.
It had been a while since Badou had ventured into the biodome for a quick smoke, and today seemed a good a day as any to take advantage of the projected clouds. So far he’d already found a bunny, a crown, and an airplane. He smirked to himself, laying back in the grass as his cigarette dangled from his closed lips. It felt good to get out of the room, even if his godly bunk-mate hadn’t joined him. His newly appointed tail took some getting used to, and he swore his ears would twitch at anything. He was managing well enough though for now.
A flash of orange caught Dilandau’s eye and he turned, spotting a skinny man on the grass. His eyes narrowed as he assessed this potential prey. Long hair, good for holding. Skinny enough to be easy to subdue. A smoker, so he ought not to be in top condition. One eye missing, a blind spot. No uniform to mark him as supernatural. Perfect.
With a smirk Dilandau pushed himself from his slouched position, sauntering over, hand away from his weapon, looking as unthreatening as possible.
“Hey, what’s your name? I’ve seen you around a few times.”
“Hm?” Badou tilted his head back, ears perking as he looked up at the silver haired teen with mild interest. He blinked, it taking a few seconds for his brain to register that he had seen this particular person before. Great. The fire starter. Just what he needed right now.
The red head’s brain worked faster than most people would guess by his lazy attitude. Considering the fact that no fires had been started recently and the fact that the boy didn’t know his name must mean that he must be new. Like Sebastian was. And what he learned from that is, never let the fuckers know ya knew them before just in case they decide they want to eat you later.
“Oh yeah? Think I’ve seen you around too lately. Name’s Badou Nails. How about you?” Considering he wasn’t in immediate danger, Badou’s acting skills and laziness are rather good. He’s never seen this fucker before now, nope, never. And it was gonna stay that way dammit. Even his tail cooperated and continued it’s lazy movements in the grass.
Dilandau sat down on the grass next to the other man, pleased he was the relaxed type.
“Dilandau Albatou. What are you staring at?” He looked up at the fake, barren sky, trying to spot something of interest.
“Oh, uh just finding shapes in the clouds.” He points up at one. “See that one? Kinda looks like a horse or a cow.” Badou tried to trace out a shape with his finger. “Liiike, that’s it’s head and his legs and stuff.”
Dilandau squinted obligingly at the shape, playing nice for now. “Hnnnn, looks more like a man falling down. Back home we’d try to spot the countries on the Mystic Moon.” His eyes lazily drifted to other clouds, looking for shapes.
“There’s nothing in this sky. No moons, no levirocks, no birds. They could have livened it up a bit.”
“Mystic moon huh?” Badou folded his arms behind his head, propping his head off of the grass. It was said in a passive way, Dilandau didn’t have to answer if he didn’t feel like it.
“Yeah, it’s kind of weird.” He wouldn’t comment on the levirocks, he just assumed it was a bird or something. A chuckle came from him a moment later. “But, at least there’s nothing to shit on ya.”
“I wouldn’t put it past some of the people here to try.” Dilandau answered with a snicker. “Yeah, you saw the White Moon when we were in Gotham? The Mystic Moon rises with it in Gaea. It’s bigger and blue and demons live on there. You can see the clouds and continents if you’re high enough.” He frowned, his expression clouding before he rolled over. Stupid Consortium, couldn’t even make the sky look natural.
“This sky is too alien. Let’s go to the stream. Willows are willows and water’s water wherever we are.”
Badou began to realize Dilandau might not be talking about a moon at all, but decided to keep it to himself. “This looks pretty normal to me, aside from it being way cleaner and more blue.”
The red head rolled over on to his side and quirked an orange brow at the teen, his one orange ear cocking to the side. “I’m pretty good right here, you can go ahead if ya want.” Was that an order? It sure sounded like one and it made Badou a little suspicious, what was this guy’s angle anyway?
Dilandau rolled his eyes. “If I wasn’t completely bored sitting by myself I wouldn’t have come over here in the first place.” He huffed. “But no, all my sparring partners are either children or off their head stupid, my roommate’s prancing around collecting women’s underwear and the sprinklers are too sensitive to even get a nice bonfire going.”
Badou chuckled softly. “Well, I do appreciate the sprinklers staying off, if it’s any consolation.” He sat up with a stretch and a groan, eventually rolling onto his knees and getting up. Hands stuffed in his pockets he walked over to the willow and sat against the trunk. His orange tail curled around him and hung lazily over his right leg. “So who’s gathering ladies underwear?”
Dilandau slouched onto the grass, curling one leg up to lean his arms on. “Reno. He’s grown tits and now he’s using them as an excuse to get into the wardrobes of the women. I swear, if he starts doing anything creepy with what he gets given I’m chucking him out for the rest of the week.” His eyes strayed from Badou’s face, wandering down to the twitching tail.
“So are you a halfbreed, or does that tail mean you’re still a virgin?”
Badou’s ears flattened a bit. “If you’ve seen me around before you’d know I’m not usually like this.” He tapped the ash from his cigarette before returning it to his lips. “Far from a virgin thanks.”
His ear quirked again. “What do you mean by do something creepy? Don’t ya like ladies?”
Dilandau snickered at Badou’s response, fully expecting that look. Maybe it wasn’t the best plan to tease the potential meal, but who could resist an opening like that?
“When the guy you lay with at least once a week grows tits and starts playing with them in the middle of the room, yeah, that’s creepy.” He responded. “I don’t care what he does with women as long as it doesn’t involve me. They’re annoying.”
“Yeah I know a few that can be pretty aggravating.” Badou relaxed a bit against the tree, taking the cigarette from his lips again. “He your boyfriend then?” His hand holding the cigarette moved towards Dilandau. “You want a puff?”
“Boyfriend?” Dilandau let out a laugh of derision. “Like either of us want anything that mushy. He’s a guy I fuck sometimes who doesn’t get on my nerves.”
Badou’s offer brought Dilandau’s eyes back to the other man, reminding him sharply of how hungry he was. He eyed the cigarette, coming closer and taking it from Badou’s fingers. “Have you got any diseases I’ll catch?” He asked, keeping the stink stick away from his lips.
“I see.” Badou scratched the back of his head, tapping some more ash. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had similar arrangements in his life before.
“Nope, no colds or anything.” The red head smiled, propping his head up with his hand. He would have lit him a whole new one, but the probability was high that this kid had never smoked before. And he wasn’t about to waste one of his precious cigs.
“Good.” Dilandau responded, and as quick as a snake he struck, throwing the cigarette into the water as he grabbed a handful of that hair, twisting it out of the way so he could get at the man’s neck.
Badou didn’t even have time to make a noise before fangs sunk into his neck. Once they were in it was a completely different story. “What the fuck?! OW!” His ears flattened against his head, his tail and limbs flailing about and trying to get Dilandau off of him. “Get off dammit!”
Dilandau had no intention of letting go before he drank his fill, not after tasting that hot, delicious blood. He clamped a gloved hand over Badou’s face, trying to block off the noise so he wouldn’t be disturbed.
Badou bit at the hand in his face, there was no way he was going to be sucked dry without a fight. “Ge- Offf!”
Dilandau let out a hiss of pain, drawing his hand back. He clouted Badou’s head with a closed fist, sucking harder just in case the struggles drew anyone.
The hit dazed him for a moment, his vision swimming from the blood leaving him and his brain bouncing against his skull. “Why.. the fuck... does everyone think I’m fuckin’ tastey?!” His arms were getting weaker, but his legs weren’t as effected. Badou brought a knee up sharply, hoping to catch it somewhere on Dilandau if not for its intended target.
The blow caught Dilandau in his belly, and if it hadn’t been for his armour, it would have been enough to knock the wind out of him. As it was, the jerk from the blow caused his teeth to scrape over Badou’s neck again. He pulled back far enough to talk.
“You want me to break your neck? Stop moving!”
Badou hissed at the pain those teeth were causing him, and his tail fluffed up to show is displeasure with the whole situation. “Stop biting me and I’ll stop!” His voice was a bit weaker, and his flailing was lessening but it was still there. “... Bastard. Now my damn knee hurts...” He didn’t know that stuff he was wearing was so hard. Damn armor.
Dilandau clung on for a few more minutes, his drinking slowing as he became full. Eventually he pulled away again, licking his lips. “You’re fucking noisy, you know that?” He reached into his pocket and tossed a bundle of bandages at Badou. “Wrap up before I decide to go for seconds.”
Badou laid there for a second before clumsily wrapping the bandages around his neck. It was a little difficult with his fingers being half numb and tingly. “And you’re a damn brute. What the fuck was that?” He muttered grumpily, glaring at the boy.
“It was the test.” Dilandau said, baring his fangs. “I was hungry, you were there. I didn’t expect you to struggle that much.” Though, Badou had proven more interesting than Dilandau had thought he’d be. He reached into his other pocket, finding some insipid, tasteless sweets to toss to the older man. “Don’t faint or someone else will come and take what’s left.”
“I don’t care if it’s the damn test! You don’t see my licking myself and saying ‘meow’ do ya?!” Badou’s tail puffed up again, his ears still slightly back. The package bounced on his chest before he took it in his hands and looked it over. “Gee thanks... jerk.” Badou continued to pout and half-lay against the tree.
“You’re acting like a cat now. If you start licking your shoulder between that glaring we’ll all know you’ve turned.” The whole fluffiness was amusing and Dilandau was feeling satiated enough to let the insults slide.
“I’m acting like a pissed off snack.” His ears drooped down to the sides of his head. He wasn’t looking forward to laying here and waiting for his head to stop spinning enough to make it back to his and Hermes’ room. “I’m not licking anything except maybe these bon bons.”
Dilandau flopped on the grass, watching the sulky blood-sack in amusement. There was a good chance he was going to faint and fall in the stream, which would be hilarious.
“Make up your mind if you’re going to eat those because if you don’t, they’re being given to tomorrow’s meal.”
Badou opened the package and popped one of the sugary nuggets into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. The other’s followed suit as he kept glaring at his attacker. Seriously, was there anyone in this place that didn’t want to eat him? And why him anyway? It was a damn conspiracy. “Which better not be me, pal.”
“Please.” Dilandau rolled his eyes at the grump. “If I could get everything I needed from one person I wouldn’t have done this in the first place. There’s no way you’ll be ready again before reset.”
“Well then score one for me then.” He popped the last sweet into his mouth and began sitting up again with the trees help. Planting his feet under him, his wobbly knees supported most of his weight. “I’ll just spend the rest of the damn week in bed. … Probably safer that way.” Badou gritted his teeth and stood the whole way up, but keeping a hand on the tree for support. Maybe he could just go tree to tree and then crawl his way to the door of the biodome...
Dilandau rolled easily onto his feet, watching Badou with amusement.
“You’re going to fall over and break your nose any minute, you know.” He commented.
“Shut up neck sucker!” Badou took an experimental step. His leg wobbled all the way from his ankle to his knee and up, but it held him. He let out a sigh, this was going to take a while. “You could be more useful. It’s not nice to mock your food, it’ll give you indigestion. Hell, I hope it does anyway. Jerk.” He leaned his shoulder against the tree long enough to pull out a cigarette, light it and pop it in his mouth.
Dilandau sauntered over, jabbing Badou sharply in the ribs. “Or the food can learn to stop mouthing off and he might get helped back to his room. Your choice, bloodsack.”
“You attacked and bled me. I’m allowed.” Badou gritted his teeth at the jab. “I already got a few bruises from you I don’t need more, thanks.” He stopped trying to walk on his own and just sort of, hoped that Dilandau would help him at least out of the biodome.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a real bitch when you lose blood?” Dilandau asked, grabbing the other man’s arm and beginning to walk. “Good thing you’re not a woman, you’d be like this every Moon.”
“No, actually because I've never been eaten in this place and lived through it.” He stumbled for the first few steps, but caught himself with Dilandau holding on to him. “I’m pretty easy going when not randomly attacked. Tends to make most people grumpy from my experience.” His tail was limp, just barely curling at the end. It hit the back of his legs as they walked.
“If you don’t want to get biters, cut the hair and work out. You look too easy to subdue.” Dilandau advice, not letting the pace slack as he lead the other man over the little bridge. “What room am I dumping you in?”
“Why the hair? I’m not some muscle builder, I’m an investigator. Muscle slows ya down.” He had lean muscle, it wasn’t like Badou didn’t have any chance at defending himself. Like most normal people where he was from he relied on his gun to do most of the talking and his legs to get him the hell out of bad situations. “I my not have giant arms, but my legs are pretty damn fast.” Badou looked to the door, “5C.”
“It’s bright enough to catch the eye and it’s long enough to wrap a fist in.” Dilandau lifted his lip in a smirk, revealing a long canine. “You’ve got a bit of strength in your legs, but those arms are useless.” If he didn’t have a bruise on his ribs from that bony knee when he got back to his room, he’d be surprised.
“5C? Good, getting you up stairs would have been a trial.” He directed their patht owards the left-hand exit, heading for the right corridor.
“I hope not everyone thinks that as soon as they see my hair. Kinda creepy.” Badou hoped he had a bruise seeing as how he was sure he got one on said knee from that weird armor he wore. The redhead’s footing was getting a bit more accurate as the went. Lucking suite 5 wasn’t too far from the biodome, Badou was already getting tired.
Dilandau kept them going, easily holding Badou’s weight even as the man slumped further from exhaustion. “Anyone with decent combat training would note it.” The door to suite five was easily shouldered open.
Badou smirked when he saw the suite, almost home! “You better hope my bunkmate isn’t home, he’s not too keen on people making me a snack.”
Dilandau paused as they entered the suite. “Fine, I’ll just dump you here. You can squeal to your bunkmate when you get the energy to crawl.” He pulled away, removing all his support.
“It’s not squealing if he asks why there’s friggin’ bandages around my neck.” He held on to the back of the couch, using it to walk around and sit. “Not that I mind really, it’s nice to have someone care.”
Dilandau snorted. “Enjoy your mush.” And with that he waved a hand, walking back out the suite.
Where: The biodome
When: Tuesday
Summary: Dilandau's a hungry vampire. Badou's a convenient snack.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language and vampirism.
Dilandau lounged under the shade of a tree, watching the various annoyances he was imprisoned with walk by. Usually, he'd only be paying attention to scope out possible threats or bed partners, but this week he had another reason for looking carefully. He craved blood, in the same way he usually craved vino and it had been a solid day since he'd indulged.
Like with picking vino, Dilandau wouldn't just go for the first person to walk by. Too young and there wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. Too strong and he'd be knocked out before he had his fill. Too cracked and there'd be no telling what impurities would be present. He was willing to take his time.
It had been a while since Badou had ventured into the biodome for a quick smoke, and today seemed a good a day as any to take advantage of the projected clouds. So far he’d already found a bunny, a crown, and an airplane. He smirked to himself, laying back in the grass as his cigarette dangled from his closed lips. It felt good to get out of the room, even if his godly bunk-mate hadn’t joined him. His newly appointed tail took some getting used to, and he swore his ears would twitch at anything. He was managing well enough though for now.
A flash of orange caught Dilandau’s eye and he turned, spotting a skinny man on the grass. His eyes narrowed as he assessed this potential prey. Long hair, good for holding. Skinny enough to be easy to subdue. A smoker, so he ought not to be in top condition. One eye missing, a blind spot. No uniform to mark him as supernatural. Perfect.
With a smirk Dilandau pushed himself from his slouched position, sauntering over, hand away from his weapon, looking as unthreatening as possible.
“Hey, what’s your name? I’ve seen you around a few times.”
“Hm?” Badou tilted his head back, ears perking as he looked up at the silver haired teen with mild interest. He blinked, it taking a few seconds for his brain to register that he had seen this particular person before. Great. The fire starter. Just what he needed right now.
The red head’s brain worked faster than most people would guess by his lazy attitude. Considering the fact that no fires had been started recently and the fact that the boy didn’t know his name must mean that he must be new. Like Sebastian was. And what he learned from that is, never let the fuckers know ya knew them before just in case they decide they want to eat you later.
“Oh yeah? Think I’ve seen you around too lately. Name’s Badou Nails. How about you?” Considering he wasn’t in immediate danger, Badou’s acting skills and laziness are rather good. He’s never seen this fucker before now, nope, never. And it was gonna stay that way dammit. Even his tail cooperated and continued it’s lazy movements in the grass.
Dilandau sat down on the grass next to the other man, pleased he was the relaxed type.
“Dilandau Albatou. What are you staring at?” He looked up at the fake, barren sky, trying to spot something of interest.
“Oh, uh just finding shapes in the clouds.” He points up at one. “See that one? Kinda looks like a horse or a cow.” Badou tried to trace out a shape with his finger. “Liiike, that’s it’s head and his legs and stuff.”
Dilandau squinted obligingly at the shape, playing nice for now. “Hnnnn, looks more like a man falling down. Back home we’d try to spot the countries on the Mystic Moon.” His eyes lazily drifted to other clouds, looking for shapes.
“There’s nothing in this sky. No moons, no levirocks, no birds. They could have livened it up a bit.”
“Mystic moon huh?” Badou folded his arms behind his head, propping his head off of the grass. It was said in a passive way, Dilandau didn’t have to answer if he didn’t feel like it.
“Yeah, it’s kind of weird.” He wouldn’t comment on the levirocks, he just assumed it was a bird or something. A chuckle came from him a moment later. “But, at least there’s nothing to shit on ya.”
“I wouldn’t put it past some of the people here to try.” Dilandau answered with a snicker. “Yeah, you saw the White Moon when we were in Gotham? The Mystic Moon rises with it in Gaea. It’s bigger and blue and demons live on there. You can see the clouds and continents if you’re high enough.” He frowned, his expression clouding before he rolled over. Stupid Consortium, couldn’t even make the sky look natural.
“This sky is too alien. Let’s go to the stream. Willows are willows and water’s water wherever we are.”
Badou began to realize Dilandau might not be talking about a moon at all, but decided to keep it to himself. “This looks pretty normal to me, aside from it being way cleaner and more blue.”
The red head rolled over on to his side and quirked an orange brow at the teen, his one orange ear cocking to the side. “I’m pretty good right here, you can go ahead if ya want.” Was that an order? It sure sounded like one and it made Badou a little suspicious, what was this guy’s angle anyway?
Dilandau rolled his eyes. “If I wasn’t completely bored sitting by myself I wouldn’t have come over here in the first place.” He huffed. “But no, all my sparring partners are either children or off their head stupid, my roommate’s prancing around collecting women’s underwear and the sprinklers are too sensitive to even get a nice bonfire going.”
Badou chuckled softly. “Well, I do appreciate the sprinklers staying off, if it’s any consolation.” He sat up with a stretch and a groan, eventually rolling onto his knees and getting up. Hands stuffed in his pockets he walked over to the willow and sat against the trunk. His orange tail curled around him and hung lazily over his right leg. “So who’s gathering ladies underwear?”
Dilandau slouched onto the grass, curling one leg up to lean his arms on. “Reno. He’s grown tits and now he’s using them as an excuse to get into the wardrobes of the women. I swear, if he starts doing anything creepy with what he gets given I’m chucking him out for the rest of the week.” His eyes strayed from Badou’s face, wandering down to the twitching tail.
“So are you a halfbreed, or does that tail mean you’re still a virgin?”
Badou’s ears flattened a bit. “If you’ve seen me around before you’d know I’m not usually like this.” He tapped the ash from his cigarette before returning it to his lips. “Far from a virgin thanks.”
His ear quirked again. “What do you mean by do something creepy? Don’t ya like ladies?”
Dilandau snickered at Badou’s response, fully expecting that look. Maybe it wasn’t the best plan to tease the potential meal, but who could resist an opening like that?
“When the guy you lay with at least once a week grows tits and starts playing with them in the middle of the room, yeah, that’s creepy.” He responded. “I don’t care what he does with women as long as it doesn’t involve me. They’re annoying.”
“Yeah I know a few that can be pretty aggravating.” Badou relaxed a bit against the tree, taking the cigarette from his lips again. “He your boyfriend then?” His hand holding the cigarette moved towards Dilandau. “You want a puff?”
“Boyfriend?” Dilandau let out a laugh of derision. “Like either of us want anything that mushy. He’s a guy I fuck sometimes who doesn’t get on my nerves.”
Badou’s offer brought Dilandau’s eyes back to the other man, reminding him sharply of how hungry he was. He eyed the cigarette, coming closer and taking it from Badou’s fingers. “Have you got any diseases I’ll catch?” He asked, keeping the stink stick away from his lips.
“I see.” Badou scratched the back of his head, tapping some more ash. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had similar arrangements in his life before.
“Nope, no colds or anything.” The red head smiled, propping his head up with his hand. He would have lit him a whole new one, but the probability was high that this kid had never smoked before. And he wasn’t about to waste one of his precious cigs.
“Good.” Dilandau responded, and as quick as a snake he struck, throwing the cigarette into the water as he grabbed a handful of that hair, twisting it out of the way so he could get at the man’s neck.
Badou didn’t even have time to make a noise before fangs sunk into his neck. Once they were in it was a completely different story. “What the fuck?! OW!” His ears flattened against his head, his tail and limbs flailing about and trying to get Dilandau off of him. “Get off dammit!”
Dilandau had no intention of letting go before he drank his fill, not after tasting that hot, delicious blood. He clamped a gloved hand over Badou’s face, trying to block off the noise so he wouldn’t be disturbed.
Badou bit at the hand in his face, there was no way he was going to be sucked dry without a fight. “Ge- Offf!”
Dilandau let out a hiss of pain, drawing his hand back. He clouted Badou’s head with a closed fist, sucking harder just in case the struggles drew anyone.
The hit dazed him for a moment, his vision swimming from the blood leaving him and his brain bouncing against his skull. “Why.. the fuck... does everyone think I’m fuckin’ tastey?!” His arms were getting weaker, but his legs weren’t as effected. Badou brought a knee up sharply, hoping to catch it somewhere on Dilandau if not for its intended target.
The blow caught Dilandau in his belly, and if it hadn’t been for his armour, it would have been enough to knock the wind out of him. As it was, the jerk from the blow caused his teeth to scrape over Badou’s neck again. He pulled back far enough to talk.
“You want me to break your neck? Stop moving!”
Badou hissed at the pain those teeth were causing him, and his tail fluffed up to show is displeasure with the whole situation. “Stop biting me and I’ll stop!” His voice was a bit weaker, and his flailing was lessening but it was still there. “... Bastard. Now my damn knee hurts...” He didn’t know that stuff he was wearing was so hard. Damn armor.
Dilandau clung on for a few more minutes, his drinking slowing as he became full. Eventually he pulled away again, licking his lips. “You’re fucking noisy, you know that?” He reached into his pocket and tossed a bundle of bandages at Badou. “Wrap up before I decide to go for seconds.”
Badou laid there for a second before clumsily wrapping the bandages around his neck. It was a little difficult with his fingers being half numb and tingly. “And you’re a damn brute. What the fuck was that?” He muttered grumpily, glaring at the boy.
“It was the test.” Dilandau said, baring his fangs. “I was hungry, you were there. I didn’t expect you to struggle that much.” Though, Badou had proven more interesting than Dilandau had thought he’d be. He reached into his other pocket, finding some insipid, tasteless sweets to toss to the older man. “Don’t faint or someone else will come and take what’s left.”
“I don’t care if it’s the damn test! You don’t see my licking myself and saying ‘meow’ do ya?!” Badou’s tail puffed up again, his ears still slightly back. The package bounced on his chest before he took it in his hands and looked it over. “Gee thanks... jerk.” Badou continued to pout and half-lay against the tree.
“You’re acting like a cat now. If you start licking your shoulder between that glaring we’ll all know you’ve turned.” The whole fluffiness was amusing and Dilandau was feeling satiated enough to let the insults slide.
“I’m acting like a pissed off snack.” His ears drooped down to the sides of his head. He wasn’t looking forward to laying here and waiting for his head to stop spinning enough to make it back to his and Hermes’ room. “I’m not licking anything except maybe these bon bons.”
Dilandau flopped on the grass, watching the sulky blood-sack in amusement. There was a good chance he was going to faint and fall in the stream, which would be hilarious.
“Make up your mind if you’re going to eat those because if you don’t, they’re being given to tomorrow’s meal.”
Badou opened the package and popped one of the sugary nuggets into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. The other’s followed suit as he kept glaring at his attacker. Seriously, was there anyone in this place that didn’t want to eat him? And why him anyway? It was a damn conspiracy. “Which better not be me, pal.”
“Please.” Dilandau rolled his eyes at the grump. “If I could get everything I needed from one person I wouldn’t have done this in the first place. There’s no way you’ll be ready again before reset.”
“Well then score one for me then.” He popped the last sweet into his mouth and began sitting up again with the trees help. Planting his feet under him, his wobbly knees supported most of his weight. “I’ll just spend the rest of the damn week in bed. … Probably safer that way.” Badou gritted his teeth and stood the whole way up, but keeping a hand on the tree for support. Maybe he could just go tree to tree and then crawl his way to the door of the biodome...
Dilandau rolled easily onto his feet, watching Badou with amusement.
“You’re going to fall over and break your nose any minute, you know.” He commented.
“Shut up neck sucker!” Badou took an experimental step. His leg wobbled all the way from his ankle to his knee and up, but it held him. He let out a sigh, this was going to take a while. “You could be more useful. It’s not nice to mock your food, it’ll give you indigestion. Hell, I hope it does anyway. Jerk.” He leaned his shoulder against the tree long enough to pull out a cigarette, light it and pop it in his mouth.
Dilandau sauntered over, jabbing Badou sharply in the ribs. “Or the food can learn to stop mouthing off and he might get helped back to his room. Your choice, bloodsack.”
“You attacked and bled me. I’m allowed.” Badou gritted his teeth at the jab. “I already got a few bruises from you I don’t need more, thanks.” He stopped trying to walk on his own and just sort of, hoped that Dilandau would help him at least out of the biodome.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a real bitch when you lose blood?” Dilandau asked, grabbing the other man’s arm and beginning to walk. “Good thing you’re not a woman, you’d be like this every Moon.”
“No, actually because I've never been eaten in this place and lived through it.” He stumbled for the first few steps, but caught himself with Dilandau holding on to him. “I’m pretty easy going when not randomly attacked. Tends to make most people grumpy from my experience.” His tail was limp, just barely curling at the end. It hit the back of his legs as they walked.
“If you don’t want to get biters, cut the hair and work out. You look too easy to subdue.” Dilandau advice, not letting the pace slack as he lead the other man over the little bridge. “What room am I dumping you in?”
“Why the hair? I’m not some muscle builder, I’m an investigator. Muscle slows ya down.” He had lean muscle, it wasn’t like Badou didn’t have any chance at defending himself. Like most normal people where he was from he relied on his gun to do most of the talking and his legs to get him the hell out of bad situations. “I my not have giant arms, but my legs are pretty damn fast.” Badou looked to the door, “5C.”
“It’s bright enough to catch the eye and it’s long enough to wrap a fist in.” Dilandau lifted his lip in a smirk, revealing a long canine. “You’ve got a bit of strength in your legs, but those arms are useless.” If he didn’t have a bruise on his ribs from that bony knee when he got back to his room, he’d be surprised.
“5C? Good, getting you up stairs would have been a trial.” He directed their patht owards the left-hand exit, heading for the right corridor.
“I hope not everyone thinks that as soon as they see my hair. Kinda creepy.” Badou hoped he had a bruise seeing as how he was sure he got one on said knee from that weird armor he wore. The redhead’s footing was getting a bit more accurate as the went. Lucking suite 5 wasn’t too far from the biodome, Badou was already getting tired.
Dilandau kept them going, easily holding Badou’s weight even as the man slumped further from exhaustion. “Anyone with decent combat training would note it.” The door to suite five was easily shouldered open.
Badou smirked when he saw the suite, almost home! “You better hope my bunkmate isn’t home, he’s not too keen on people making me a snack.”
Dilandau paused as they entered the suite. “Fine, I’ll just dump you here. You can squeal to your bunkmate when you get the energy to crawl.” He pulled away, removing all his support.
“It’s not squealing if he asks why there’s friggin’ bandages around my neck.” He held on to the back of the couch, using it to walk around and sit. “Not that I mind really, it’s nice to have someone care.”
Dilandau snorted. “Enjoy your mush.” And with that he waved a hand, walking back out the suite.