[Thread - OPEN] I got the product, narcotics for the customers homie.

[apatheticary]

Who: The medicine seller & OPEN
Where: Terra, a street near you.
When: Late evening.
Summary: The medicine seller sells medicine. And other stuff.
Rating: PG-13 for hustling omg;; and vulgar mentions of porn.
Other: Don't be shy, jump in. Single thread, though, and I'm capping this at three people or I'll get overwhelmed.

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Fuck it was shitty today. No jobs, his camera was missing and there was coffee stained on his army green shirt. So he was meant to see Rinoa some time, or at least call her, but he kinda lost her phone number on the cigarette carton he had in his pocket.
Oh well, if she wanted to see him again, she would call him, or maybe he would run into her once again.

So he was walking down the street, cigarette in between thin lips and eyes half-drooped from the exhaustion that was caused by boredom and hands dug deep in the pockets of his camo jacket. That was till he saw that weird chick hanging around, and hopefully the red-head could avoid him. Tough shit that Badou kept his eyes locked on the flamboyant figure, great way of acting oblivious.

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With the box arranged beside him, the medicine seller knelt onto the sidewalk and laid his hands gently on his thighs. Effeminate indeed, his long fingernails painted purple and his wavy hair swept aside into that messy ponytail, but very few actually mistook him for a woman.

This particular redhead, however... The medicine seller's lips twitched into the slightest smirk, expectant. He did not trouble himself to turn his head, but he did peer at Badou out of the corner of his eye. He never forgot a customer. Still, he did not speak a greeting.

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Fuck it Badou whispered to himself as he eyed the shithead of a medicine seller. Damn chick, playing hard to get or some crap. Christ, what the hell what the hell was with the city these days, well whatever. The red-head stood in front of the weirdo looking shit and fiddled around with the lighter in his camo jacket, cheap-ass faux fur tickling his wrists.

"So uh..." Badou spoke, tilting his head up as though he wasn’t paying full attention to the woman kneeling on the ground or some shit, and rubbed the back of his head, a sign of irritated boredom. "...You kinda owe me, you know." You know, from that shit you stole from me.

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"Oh?" came the medicine seller's reply, a soft voice but distinctly masculine if Badou was paying attention, which he likely wasn't.

Those heavy-lidded eyes followed the redhead, chin tilting up as he regarded that most troublesome customer. With Badou, it was always an argument and a slew of vulgarities. Amusing, in its way. And the medicine seller would play innocent.

"What is it... that you imagine I owe?"

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No, he wasn’t paying attention to that tone, because one time he was in Abyss and there was a hooker, turned out to be a tranny and soon after the red-head’s ass was sore was several days and ever since then he never went back to a whore house.

He lifted up a hand in front of himself and started to pull back the fingers with each item he named. "The TV, my fucking mustard. Shit man, you don’t steal a dude’s mustard." And he continued, as he inhaled the end of his cigarette.

"The microwave--" However, his words came to nothing but incoherent mumbles. Not to mention that half of them were utterly false, but hey, he could at least try to scam the shithead.

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The medicine seller glanced very pointedly to the left, then to the right, and finally settled his gaze on the box as if to say, Where would I possibly be hiding a television and microwave? He had no possessions, no dwelling place, and it didn't even appear that he had a place to keep a spare change of clothes. He was, in fact, wearing the same robes he always wore, although they were as clean and fresh as if they were sewn yesterday.

Yet he made no verbal denial of this accusation. One hand rose to slide a drawer open, revealing a bottle of mustard... resting atop an impressive stack of pornographic magazines.

"Oh," he said. "It seems... I do have some of your items, after all."

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Badou needed a new TV and microwave anyway, since the latter was beaten to death thanks to the ramen Naruto made and the TV? Well...once Badou was crazed by the lack of smokes he had there was an unfortunately incident when he threw it out the window and onto a old fat lady.

But fuck all that nostalgic crap. He turned to the chick and took a double take.

...

...wait.

Was that his porno mags with lesbians and...no way.

This bitch, what a pervert.

Badou crouched down and swiftly took the mags in one hand, tipping to mustard all over the ground and looked to the right, then left and towards the freak. "What the fuck man? Stealing my porno now?" He paused and looked down, not really at anything apart from the other’s clothed thighs, not that he was really perving on her...okay maybe, but still..."The hell is wrong with you?" And with embarrassment, he shoved the pornos in his jacket.

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The medicine seller returned his hand to its place on his leg, allowing Badou to take back his possessions. His lipstick only added to the mocking way his lips curled.

"I believe, when last we spoke, you suggested that I engage in a peculiar form of sexual gratification," the medicine seller replied. "I thought, perhaps, that your research material might help me to... grasp the concept better."

Whether or not he was aware Badou was checking him out, he made no sign. Only stared.

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This guy really knew how to frustrate Badou, frustrate and irritate him and make in inhale his whole cigarette that he had to grab another and light it. However, still he sat down on the floor, his legs crossed and he took the porno from his jacket and looked at the covers briefly before speaking.

"...Uh, I think I kinda said bestiality, not fucking lesbians." And he looked up, lips drooped downwards and eyelids slit, his appearance clearly saying; Holy fuck are you a idiot. But maybe Badou could…no wait, helping this freako chick out that was into magic bullshit was way stupid. So he settled the pornos in his laps and just stared with irritation before scratching the back of his head, turning his gaze away from the hand on the other’s thigh.

"I mean...if you wanna get into that shit...well uh, there is that one place in Abyss that is all like...well, teaches chicks and shit."

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The medicine seller's gaze also dropped to the cover of the magazine. Fucking lesbians, indeed. "Oh, I see," he uttered in a flat voice, reaching up to slap his head lightly. "My mistake."

Not nearly through with his torment of the redhead, however, the medicine seller continued, "Although I doubt such lessons will be... necessary. Or useful, where I am concerned. You are an expert, though?"

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...

Wow, that was kinda robotic. Or so Badou thought when the medicine seller tapped his head and stuffed the pornos back again. He was about to leave until there was that one question that kinda strained Badou’s lips, forming a uncomfortable grin.

"Um...why the hell are you asking me?!" Wait, wait, wait. Did this chick wanna...

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The medicine seller's expression did not change at all, despite the question he had asked and the great discomfort it had elicited from Badou. He remained coquettishly sly, his voice dropping to a more intimate level, "Well, you appear to be a connoisseur... you see." His gaze pointed to where Badou had just hidden his porn.

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Badou was fucking speechless at what the chick said. Well that was until he let out a hearty laughter. Strong fingers taking the smoke from his lips and tapping the stick letting ash fall to the ground with a wide boyish smile.

"What the fuck!" He started at first before placing the smoke back between his lips. "Are you fucking RETARDED!? You totally cannot be serious!"

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One had to wonder in what situation a conversation like this could be serious, but despite the medicine seller's even tone, he was not, in fact, being serious at all. Although the joke seemed lost on the boy with the eyepatch.

"Is that a denial?" came the medicine seller's reply. "Hmm..." He turned his eyes away in a dismissive manner, as if he were finished with Badou now and the other was free to leave.

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He was still staring at the asshole, fucking asshole. what the hell is with women in this day and age? Holy crap, it was annoying as hell. Wait, this is really just stupid thinking of this stuff so Badou just held his hand out and gave the medicine seller one of them Aren’t you forgetting something looks.

"You kinda still owe me...you know, since you stole my porno and mustard." And it was pretty obvious what he wanted.

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"I also returned them," responded the medicine seller, not satisfying Badou with even a glance. He ignored that extended hand entirely, like it was invisible to his eyes. He stared forward instead at the empty street.

"In fact," he continued, "the one who owes something... may be you."