He laughs like a dog. Two short barks, canines bared and gleaming so close to Badou's face that one hair closer, and he'd be scraping freckles off the redhead's skin with his teeth. There's a faint metallic smell, from the drip drip of blood sliding down his chin, stains blossoming on carpet, on Badou's clothes. Smoke curls from the his mouth, like
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