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WHO: Schuldig (colpevole) ; Badou Nails (smokeeasy)
WHAT: Comfort & old movies.
WHERE: Badou's apartment.
WHEN: After Schuldig gets notified by the authorities of Axel's death.
( Lime green pjs, hard lemonade, and a toothbrush. )
WHAT: Comfort & old movies.
WHERE: Badou's apartment.
WHEN: After Schuldig gets notified by the authorities of Axel's death.
( Lime green pjs, hard lemonade, and a toothbrush. )
Deaths were bizarre. You built up so much common routine with a person when you lived with them that suddenly having it pulled out from under you left you fumbling for something, reaching out for a banister that wasn't there or turning the corner to find you were suddenly on the wrong fucking street without any fucking clue how you'd gotten there in the first place.
Just walking or whatever. Just heading for somewhere he knew, and Badou was somewhere he knew. Schuldig looked over at him for a long moment, maybe longer than necessary, the sharp cut of his features undermined by a sudden vulnerability that he couldn't hide all the time, just mostly almost every day.
"Shit," he agreed. The moment passed. "I don't even remember how I got here. Hope the fucking booze is still cold, otherwise we'll have to wait to ice it. Can't drink this shit warm, ruins the whole mood."
He moved past Badou, into the room, just glad it had all the things his place didn't have, like furniture, you know, and didn't have Axel's shit thrown all around, or Schuldig's, too, 5AM castoffs of clothes and keys and tips. Stuff he couldn't be bothered with; stuff that actually made him want to claw his eyeballs out when he looked at it now. It was time to grow up, or something. He hated it.
If he noticed the ash trays-and yeah, he noticed the ashtrays-then he didn't even say anything about it. That's not what friends were for, and Badou'd had the decency to say Shit and not You look like shit, so hey. It was only decent.
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