[his head feels like it's wrapped in cotton, because it's sinking in, that this isn't a conversation with himself, that Gau is breathingbleeding against him, and his pulse is rapid and, for now (always just for now, that was for damn sure) unended]
Eight -- nine.
[nine, including you goes unsaid]
[Badou's not soft, nor sturdy; he's not the type of person that you'd lay on for warmth, or lean on for support, all slapped together hurriedly with cold angles and unabashed bird-bones]
[but if Meguro -- if Gau just needs a body to hold onto, a body that isn't hurting him, he can be that, at least (but only messily, unevenly; the blood from Gau's broken nose will stain both their clothes as testament to that)]
[the list is rattled off thoughtlessly, because he hasn't thought much about the other victims (there isn't enough room in his heart or lungs for empathy, all poked through with holes of loss as they are)]
[he doesn't let it go; he'll gladly sink his teeth in hard to anything that squirms]
I mean it. If you tell me -- since when do you ever shut up, anyway...
[(except that time you were dead, a few hours ago)]
[Badou trails off, hot fever at his throat like phantom hands are at Gau's]
Re: [Offline]
[his head feels like it's wrapped in cotton, because it's sinking in, that this isn't a conversation with himself, that Gau is breathingbleeding against him, and his pulse is rapid and, for now (always just for now, that was for damn sure) unended]
Eight -- nine.
[nine, including you goes unsaid]
[Badou's not soft, nor sturdy; he's not the type of person that you'd lay on for warmth, or lean on for support, all slapped together hurriedly with cold angles and unabashed bird-bones]
[but if Meguro -- if Gau just needs a body to hold onto, a body that isn't hurting him, he can be that, at least (but only messily, unevenly; the blood from Gau's broken nose will stain both their clothes as testament to that)]
Weda, Barnaby, Balfour, Aoi, Japan, Tsugumi, Yozora, an' Tessa.
[the list is rattled off thoughtlessly, because he hasn't thought much about the other victims (there isn't enough room in his heart or lungs for empathy, all poked through with holes of loss as they are)]
[he doesn't let it go; he'll gladly sink his teeth in hard to anything that squirms]
I mean it. If you tell me -- since when do you ever shut up, anyway...
[(except that time you were dead, a few hours ago)]
[Badou trails off, hot fever at his throat like phantom hands are at Gau's]