Day 42: Main Street [evening]

[high_prosecutor]

The sun was starting to set, and it was with a heavy sigh that Edgeworth stepped out of Twin Pines and out onto the street. The tea had helped, but there was still a sense of worry that he couldn't shake. There was, of course, the entire situation with Franziska, but now both Javert and this new person calling themselves 'Justice' were in the

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[cigarettes_plz]

"What? It's true. They were that bad. I almost cried." If Haine and Naoto managed to breed - and with all the combat sex they had, that could be likely - their spawn might manage the level of deadpan Badou had just accomplished. He was actually kind of proud. Maybe it would throw Alle out of that kicked puppy thing. Didn't matter that neither of them were the comforting sort. He didn't need to be cuddled and told everything was ok, because it wasn't. What he really wanted was to smoke himself into a nicotine coma and then drink off whatever consciousness was left, preferably while killing people in large numbers. Basically an average night out. Nothing fancy. Nothing possible. Lament.

Though he would admit it was kind of satisfying to see Alle glance in the direction she'd gone like he could brutally maim her just by glaring hard enough. Badou flashed him a grin - a normal, albeit slightly razor-edged expression, and threw an arm around his shoulders. "Thou shalt not steal Doritos, for it taints the cheese with sin," He intoned. "Grocery store guy traded me a smoke for one of the coupons."

So he figured he'd be too memorable a face, and he wasn't about to fail at petty theft and lose himself the chance for a cigarette later on. He glanced up at the sky. "It's getting dark. Let's try the bar first. Don't want to get halfway to the grocery just to be dragged in by nurses."

[tender_cruelty]

Allelujah snorted softly at that, nudging Badou in the side with his elbow gently. It said something that he was comfortable enough to do that with Badou. There was very few people who he was comfortable with touching and Badou was the first outside of Celestial Being. He got the impression that he needed to become comfortable with more of them since he had apparently acquired a family. That was a weird thought. He felt like he might need a stiff drink.

He grinned back at Badou, a little startled to have an arm slung around his shoulders, but he relaxed after a moment although not without a moment's panic over what he was supposed to do with his own arm. He settled for letting it hand at his side. "What if the person who owns the shop is dead?" he asked deadpan. "Is it still stealing then?"

He glanced along the street again and then nodded. "Sounds good. Aren't they cutting it a little short for getting us back to the Institute?"

[cigarettes_plz]

That was a decidedly more gentle nudge than Badou was accustomed to, not that he was complaining at all. It was kind of nice to know someone who actually understood the concept of a bruise and made an effort not to cause them. Badou was a simple creature. For the most part, he liked not being in grave pain.

Having someone start at being touched wasn't exactly unusual either, but once Alle had relaxed he started dragging him back the way they'd come - a task made slightly awkward by the fact that Alle was a couple of inches taller than him. "Then it's grave robbing."

He glanced up at the darkening sky and frowned. "Yeah, they are. I heard something happened a couple of weeks back. Buses broke down outside somewhere but at this rate..." They might not even make it to the buses. "Bar's got glass, flammable liquid... shit, I wish I brought my lighter. What are the chances of a mutant squirrel knocking back some nut flavoured rum instead of us?"

[tender_cruelty]

"I can deal with grave robbing," Allelujah replied cheerfully as Badou proceeded to drag him back along the street, presumably towards the bar that he'd mentioned. He didn't really care much where they went. He doubted that they could get hold of anything useful while there were there, not without the nurses finding out.

Huh, he'd heard rumours and stuff about what had happened on one trip. "Druken townspeople zombies?" he added to Badou's list with a grin. "Maybe if it was flesh flavoured rum..."

[cigarettes_plz]

Stealing from dead people. Huh. There should be something morally objectionable about that, right? Badou didn't have much to do with seminaries beyond helping to increase their population every now and again.

Drunken townspeople zombies? "You say that like we'd be able to tell the difference." Badou replied, laughing. "And that's disgusting. Zombies should at least be drinking flesh-flavoured bourbon. And they'd better shamble like real fucking zombies. I saw this one movie where they were running after the guy. Not even a fast shamble. This was serious marathon shit." Badou was, unconsciously, gesturing with his free hand as he spoke. "What kind of fucking zombie runs? It's like an insult to zombie kind. If you're leg isn't falling off from a quick hobble you should be back in the grave rotting like a man, am I right?"

Like all the great emotional shit that came before it, Badou fully planned to bury the encounter with Makiko and deal with it later. Or not at all. He just couldn't wait to find out what kind of weird obsessive disorder he was going to give himself next. He had more important things to take care of anyway. Like finding more smokes.