Chi, Badou. Closed.
Who: Badou Nails fcknnails and Chi chiibird
What: Searchin' and helpin' time?
When: Afternoon.
Where: Whatever house Chi's in.
Summary: After a brief conversation, Badou agrees to bring Chi a blanket since she's unable to move around due to just arriving.
Rating: PG-13 for possible language? Though maybe not in dialogue.
This wasn't exactly...going as planned. He'd checked the shops and stores and whatever else wasn't a house just to find, you know, something. Cigs. A gun. But there was nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Nothing but clothes and some basic foods and the weird, baggy white pants he'd been wearing when he'd woken up. Great. Just great. Not only was he stranded in a creepy little town with wells and huts and forests, but he was probably late for, like...something very, very important. By several hours.
Things just weren't workin' out for him.
At least he had somethin' to do for the time being. Find this 'Chi' girl and deliver the blanket he'd managed to nab from one of the stores. There wasn't apparently a way to properly pay: no currency, no price tags. So he'd figured - why not just take it? If the...store owners or whatever got pissed at him, he could always just work it off or, like, find a new blanket to give in retribution. He saw no reason not to 'borrow' it for a little while. He'd just argue he was helpin' out a girl in a lot of pain, guilt-trip them if he got into any trouble.
It took a while to find a house like the one Chi'd described. But once he did, right by a lake with a berry tree, Badou decided against just waltzing on inside. There were a few other places nearby but they weren't as close to the lake as this one, and you never knew. Better safe than...well, dead.
The redhead pulled his hands from his pockets and hoisted the blanket higher up where it'd been folded over his arm, a slight frown creasing his mouth. He stepped up to the door and knocked, slouching slightly.
...then he remembered, oh, shit. Chi said she couldn't move, right? Crap. Well. Badou knocked once more, then nudged the unlocked door open, calling out her name carefully.
What: Searchin' and helpin' time?
When: Afternoon.
Where: Whatever house Chi's in.
Summary: After a brief conversation, Badou agrees to bring Chi a blanket since she's unable to move around due to just arriving.
Rating: PG-13 for possible language? Though maybe not in dialogue.
This wasn't exactly...going as planned. He'd checked the shops and stores and whatever else wasn't a house just to find, you know, something. Cigs. A gun. But there was nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Nothing but clothes and some basic foods and the weird, baggy white pants he'd been wearing when he'd woken up. Great. Just great. Not only was he stranded in a creepy little town with wells and huts and forests, but he was probably late for, like...something very, very important. By several hours.
Things just weren't workin' out for him.
At least he had somethin' to do for the time being. Find this 'Chi' girl and deliver the blanket he'd managed to nab from one of the stores. There wasn't apparently a way to properly pay: no currency, no price tags. So he'd figured - why not just take it? If the...store owners or whatever got pissed at him, he could always just work it off or, like, find a new blanket to give in retribution. He saw no reason not to 'borrow' it for a little while. He'd just argue he was helpin' out a girl in a lot of pain, guilt-trip them if he got into any trouble.
It took a while to find a house like the one Chi'd described. But once he did, right by a lake with a berry tree, Badou decided against just waltzing on inside. There were a few other places nearby but they weren't as close to the lake as this one, and you never knew. Better safe than...well, dead.
The redhead pulled his hands from his pockets and hoisted the blanket higher up where it'd been folded over his arm, a slight frown creasing his mouth. He stepped up to the door and knocked, slouching slightly.
...then he remembered, oh, shit. Chi said she couldn't move, right? Crap. Well. Badou knocked once more, then nudged the unlocked door open, calling out her name carefully.