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Aug 13, 2010 21:37

Characters: smokeeasy and bulletcarnage
Location: Casualty Communal, Heine's apartment
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 29 (evening) until August 30 (late night), after this and this (both still in progress).
Description: The best way to deal with stress, let-down, and feeling generally disheartened? Sit on a friend's couch and play video games. Oh, and talk. The talk is ( Read more... )

badou nails, heine rammsteiner

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bulletcarnage August 14 2010, 10:01:47 UTC

Badou was special. Not in a sparkles and rainbows kind of way, but in a one-in-a-million kind of way. And not in a sappy, mushy one-in-a-million kind of way either. It was instead the one-in-a-million that meant he had somehow stumbled over the one person who Heine could just trust to get him. He got where Heine was coming from, knew how fucked up and dangerous he was and didn't care, understood, shared and returned his warped sense of humour, and never, not once, judged him ( ... )

smokeeasy August 28 2010, 19:00:47 UTC

Badou did blink. It was not what he was expecting. Then again he supposed that it went a long damn way towards explaining why Heine was sitting here with him, barely sleeping and skipping a morning's worth of that training Badou had heard that his partner liked so much.

He jabbed his thumb against a button on the controller, trying to skid around an oil slick on the screen before his racecar hit it. Too late, the car slipped through and slid into the virtual guardrail. Badou corrected, straightened its path, and jetted forward again. And then, without taking the cigarette out from between his lips, prompted, "Yeah?"

A pause as Badou sped his car forward, managing to cut a corner and close the distance with Heine so that the two were neck and neck, the car wheels grinding as they came momentarily too close on the screen. "How'd that happen?"

bulletcarnage September 2 2010, 21:40:29 UTC

Heine was apparently watching as Badou's virtual car did its little career off to the side from that mishandling, but he didn't really seem to care. There was no obnoxious snort, no cock-sure grin, nothing.

Heine didn't tend to play videogames to win against people--Badou--but instead played to just piss around. In racing games, he tended to park his car right in front of Badou's to stop him from going forward, or bumped him off the road, or intentionally started the race the wrong way so eventually they would meet head on, crash and invoke the words: YOU CRASHED! across the screen ( ... )

smokeeasy September 19 2010, 21:40:28 UTC

Badou had started off just looking sidelong at Heine. He looked sidelong at him right up until he dropped his game controller and started in on what counted for him as a veritable tirade. And then the redhead slowly turned his head to gape at him straight on, his jaw dropping a bit so that his cigarette hung momentarily from his bottom lip.

In the background, there was the sound of a virtual car wreck, as Badou's own controller sat forgotten in his hands. Of all the things he had never expected to hear Heine say....

But then, when it came right down to it, he had to admit that he wasn't sure what was actually more surprising--that they were actually about to have a conversation about what it seemed like they were about to have a conversation about, or that Heine was genuinely thick-headed and clueless enough that they needed to have a conversation about it ( ... )

bulletcarnage September 23 2010, 10:38:09 UTC

Heine shot Badou a very unimpressed look at that question, eyeing his friend's responses carefully; The look in his eye, the way his mouth fell open, the way the smoke dangled... They were all fairly significant to Heine, but for some reason the whole thing irritated him. Especially that now it seemed like he was being told again to explain it and if Badou had the same reaction as Kanda did... Well, Heine didn't want to imagine a way to deal with that.

It was true that sometimes Heine was incredibly dense. He was built on instinct, not brains or reading intricate implications, but he also wasn't as stupid as all that. There may be a part of him that almost certainly knew the implications, knew that since his Shadow's encounter with Kanda there had been some things admitted and brought to light that Heine had no idea how to handle. Denial was much easier.

After a window of about ten seconds of silence, Heine shoved a hand into his hair and groaned in a frustrated way. Then there was silence again. Then he shook his head. Get it over ( ... )