[Badou Nails has watched many (many, many) people fall apart -- over his shoulder, at his side, right in front of him]
[some of them screamed, while rough hands clutched at too-thin limbs. some of them cried in high whimpers, asking for moms and dads they probably never had in the first place. some of them just snuffed out, like candles, leaving a darkened face and loss dripping out of every pore like wax]
[just because he's seen it before doesn't mean he's numb to it, doesn't mean he isn't sometimes (often) there himself, heels dug into a razor's edge of sanity when all he fucking wants to do is jump the hell off it, because it hurts too much]
[Badou doesn't move quickly, jerkily, like he usually does. it's with slow, nearly braindead movements that he approaches the other, softlysoftly, not as if Gau were some kind of spooked animal (that's how that metaphor goes, doesn't it?) but as if Gau were some kind of person, that needed a moment of something gentle after life ...hadn't been]
[he's not gentle, but Badou doesn't mind (has never minded) lying, and it's with quiet, gentle movements and quiet, gentle breath (that don't match the angry eye and the tight stitch-together of thin lips) that he sits beside the other boy]
[after a moment, he extends out an arm not around his shoulders (not so close to the neck, because Badou hated it when people touched his face, hated it) but around the elder's lower back, just beneath the ribs (he can just feel them against the pads of his fingers, blunt and young and stupid, like they are)]
[Badou doesn't ask are you okay, because he's not, he might never be after this, but he does say in a blank, half-broken tone (not gentle -- he can only lie so much to himself)]
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[some of them screamed, while rough hands clutched at too-thin limbs. some of them cried in high whimpers, asking for moms and dads they probably never had in the first place. some of them just snuffed out, like candles, leaving a darkened face and loss dripping out of every pore like wax]
[just because he's seen it before doesn't mean he's numb to it, doesn't mean he isn't sometimes (often) there himself, heels dug into a razor's edge of sanity when all he fucking wants to do is jump the hell off it, because it hurts too much]
[Badou doesn't move quickly, jerkily, like he usually does. it's with slow, nearly braindead movements that he approaches the other, softlysoftly, not as if Gau were some kind of spooked animal (that's how that metaphor goes, doesn't it?) but as if Gau were some kind of person, that needed a moment of something gentle after life ...hadn't been]
[he's not gentle, but Badou doesn't mind (has never minded) lying, and it's with quiet, gentle movements and quiet, gentle breath (that don't match the angry eye and the tight stitch-together of thin lips) that he sits beside the other boy]
[after a moment, he extends out an arm not around his shoulders (not so close to the neck, because Badou hated it when people touched his face, hated it) but around the elder's lower back, just beneath the ribs (he can just feel them against the pads of his fingers, blunt and young and stupid, like they are)]
[Badou doesn't ask are you okay, because he's not, he might never be after this, but he does say in a blank, half-broken tone (not gentle -- he can only lie so much to himself)]
I'll kill 'im, if you tell me who it was.