[the phone never leaves his grip, and as he walks (half-jogging now, as if midnight were a great time for it), he waits for the buzz in his scarred hand, waits for screen to light and the vibration to liven dead skin]
[but nothing comes, no Badou-San it is 12:15 at night ! I am trying to go to sleep !, no bitching, no moaning, no snappish retort to curse Badou in so many polite words]
Re: text (midnight feed)
[but nothing comes, no Badou-San it is 12:15 at night ! I am trying to go to sleep !, no bitching, no moaning, no snappish retort to curse Badou in so many polite words]