[ Audio; ] [ 1/2 ]bulletcarnageAugust 13 2009, 15:04:31 UTC
[ There's a sound of shifting, then footsteps which... don't just sound like they're on the communicator. In fact, it sounds like it's both on the communicator and outside the door--]
[ Action; ] [ 2/2 ]bulletcarnageAugust 13 2009, 15:06:58 UTC
[ And sure enough, the door opens to show Heine on the other side of it. He stares at his very beardy friend in silence, head cocked to one side. He then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose. ]
[Badou looks up from his communicator, still scratching his chin. He still looks a little bleary eyed, and the beard makes him look a good ten or twelve years older.]
[ Action; ]bulletcarnageAugust 15 2009, 00:57:39 UTC
Yeah, I heard that helped. Would've brought a tear to your eye, I'm sure.
[ He folds his arms, back leaning against the doorframe as he watches Badou tugging at the impressive fuzz with some kind of interest. Or amusement. Maybe both. ]
[He knows that Heine is making fun of him now, but he's still a far cry from believing that he actually grew all this beard. He tugs a few more times and then breathes a deep sigh.]
Shit, I'm gonna have to shave it off at this rate.
[He gives up tugging and takes a long drag on his smoke.] You sure didn't waste any time, did you.
[ Action; ]bulletcarnageAugust 15 2009, 17:21:04 UTC
[ Heine eyes Badou back, mirroring the look of suspicion in what could have been considered casual mocking. Perhaps it's not too unlike this, but the jury may be out on that one...
He makes no nervous jump to stop Badou getting up and wandering around and he's certainly not going to try and stop him from locating a mirror. One does not play pranks like that for them to go unnoticed forever.]
[It's possible that Badou has missed the announcement of elapsed time in the distraction of getting to a mirror. At the very least he's having quite the delayed reaction. He's too busy staring at his reflection, pushing his hair back from his forehead to get an unobstructed view of the words printed there.
He raises his fingers to rub at them, discovering at once that the writing does not smudge or wipe off.
For a moment he looks quite stunned, speechless actually. He stares some more. For so long, in fact, that a bit of ash drops from the cigarette that's hanging from his lips and into his beard. Finally, he looks at Heine again.]
Don't shit me, man. It has not been eight weeks since I fell asleep.
[ Action; ]bulletcarnageAugust 18 2009, 18:52:47 UTC
[ He stares right back without blinking before rolling his shoulders in a shrug. ]
Been asleep every time I came back here. Not really been in the apartments that much.
[ He doesn't say anything about the charming writing on Badou's forehead, nor does he say anything else about the beard. Apparently, confirming or denying what were and were not jokes and what he had or hadn't done would be expecting far too much of him. ]
Right. So I was asleep for eight weeks and you didn't worry that I might be comatose, or, I dunno, bother to tell anyone that I wouldn't wake up, or do anything other than write "Lazy Bum" across my forehead and stick a fake beard onto my chin?
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... Mornin'.
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Hey, man. Did you do this? The shit itches.
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Did I do that? Yeah. Sure. I put Miracle Grow on your chin every morning and these were the results. Impressive, huh?
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Cute. Did you sing while you watered me too?
Come on, man, where'd you get the fake beard? And jeez, what'd you use to stick it on? Super glue?
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[ He folds his arms, back leaning against the doorframe as he watches Badou tugging at the impressive fuzz with some kind of interest. Or amusement. Maybe both. ]
Yeah. Lots of super glue. Keep tugging.
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Shit, I'm gonna have to shave it off at this rate.
[He gives up tugging and takes a long drag on his smoke.] You sure didn't waste any time, did you.
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[ He shrugs a little, directing a glance off toward the other side of the room ]
Been checking on you. You were asleep for... a while.
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... Does your head or face hurt?
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Naw, I'd look like a damn viking.
Wait, what were you checking on me for? Not like you've never seen me sleep.
And no. [Completely deadpan.] Why, is it supposed to? Side effect of the superglue or something?
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[ There's a pause and he moves his eyes back in Badou's direction without turning his head. ]
Never seen you sleep that long before. Or sleep through me trying to wake you.
[ Coughs! ]
No. Just checking.
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[He's looking increasingly suspicious now--Heine's clearly been up to something, he just doesn't know what.]
What are you talking about. It can't have been more than a couple hours...
[He rubs his beard again, then frowns and, as though deciding that sense of touch alone isn't enough, gets up to go find a mirror.]
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He makes no nervous jump to stop Badou getting up and wandering around and he's certainly not going to try and stop him from locating a mirror. One does not play pranks like that for them to go unnoticed forever.]
Eight weeks.
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He raises his fingers to rub at them, discovering at once that the writing does not smudge or wipe off.
For a moment he looks quite stunned, speechless actually. He stares some more. For so long, in fact, that a bit of ash drops from the cigarette that's hanging from his lips and into his beard. Finally, he looks at Heine again.]
Don't shit me, man. It has not been eight weeks since I fell asleep.
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Been asleep every time I came back here. Not really been in the apartments that much.
[ He doesn't say anything about the charming writing on Badou's forehead, nor does he say anything else about the beard. Apparently, confirming or denying what were and were not jokes and what he had or hadn't done would be expecting far too much of him. ]
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